Have you ever had one of those horrifying, yet incredibly funny stories of things that have happened to you? Well, I have. The house of doom has scarred me for life!
I have a cottage on Walloon Lake in Petoskey. We go up there every summer for about 2 months. This summer, Alexis came up for a week and we had a very interesting experience.
Walloon Lake is beautiful. It has tons of really huge expensive houses on it, right across from our cottage. The day Alexis got to my cottage, we decided to take our paddle boat across the lake, which is about a mile long, to see some of the houses. Now, let me tell you about this paddleboat...it's a piece of crap. We've had it since we bought the cottage, which is 8 years, so it's not in the best shape. Two summers ago, we used the paddle boat so much, its started to get water in it, to the point where we would sink it if we sat in it, so at the end of the summer, we drained it for about 3 days, and thought it would be okay to ride in next summer, and put it away in the garage.
Then last summer...Alexis and I were the first to take it out. We got to the other side of the lake and were admiring my favorite house...it was like a motel six made out of logs. We were just lying in the boat admiring the house when the wind started to pick up. After a while it got pretty windy, so we decided to turn around and head home. Well, we started home and got really hot, so we decided to jump in and pull the boat along, just for a little while until...