The Blackout – My Story.

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The Blackout – My Story

August 14th, 2003 – I woke up to a beautiful clear sky, the sun shining, hot on my skin. After a beautiful breakfast of waffles and fresh strawberries, it was very clear to me that this day was going to be a lazy one. I decided that I was going to get all of my chores done before lunchtime, so I hopped into the boat and went into Port Carling to pick up a few groceries for my mother, then rushed back.

        When I arrived back at the cottage, I noticed two boats that weren’t any of ours, pulled up to the eastern dock, and beside them was my father’s seaplane. I immediately knew that something was going to impede on my original plans. As I came up from the boathouse from the western side of the island, I saw both of my parents sitting there with a few of my father’s friends. I sat with them on the deck of the main cottage for a little while, had a glass of wine with them and then about a half an hour later I finally broke free from their chit-chat and went forward with my plan to have a nice relaxing float in the water. I grabbed my air mattress, jumped into the water, and proceeded to paddle out into the middle of the lake where I then laid under the hot clear sky, and eventually fell asleep.

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        I woke up, still on my air mattress, but I was unsure of where I was floating. Initially, what woke me up was a boat going by, and the wake of the boat rocking me back and forth. I realized that I had floated across the lake, 2 entire islands away from Oak Island (The name of our island). It turned out I was very near to a resort called DACKS, and since the thought of paddling back all that way, against the current wasn’t quite a pleasant one, I decided to use the payphone at DACKS to see ...

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