“A houseboat? Humm, I like that idea.”
After much surfing, and even more discussion, they settled on where they wanted to go.
* * * *
“I could get used to this,” Derek said happily, leaning against the railing on their second day of vacation.
They were on a thirty-four foot houseboat, moving slowly down the middle of the Erie Canal. The boat consisted of the stateroom, with a galley, a comfortable double bed, seating around a small table, and the head.
“In seaman’s terms, the head means the bathroom,” Brad had said with a laugh when the man at the rental agency told them about the different boats that were available. Derek flipped him off in response.
The bow had a sun canopy with sides that could be rolled down in case of bad weather. The helm, which wasactually a tiller, was in the rear. It was as easy to drive as a car, they both discovered, and probably safer, since going very fast was not an option.