Sunday Drivers

I'm sure you remember a time in your driving experience when you were in a hurry to get to work or perhaps a doctor's appointment and the inevitable occurs; you encounter a Sunday driver.  A person who drives 25 mph in a 45 mph zone and seems truly oblivious to those around him.  It may not even be a Sunday but the driver is in no rush and he has selected this time to hone his driving skills. 

Then, there is another kind of Sunday driver.  You remember.  Before television, computers and video games took over the world, your family piled into the car and drove, at a leisurely pace mind you, to the mountains or the lake for a little sight-seeing and fresh air.
This excursion usually took most of the day and by the time the car pulled back in the drive, the children were tired and grumpy from so much quality time together.

Carter's Creek living presents an entirely different kind of Sunday driver. All forms of water craft inch their way up and down the various branches observing the homes and native wildlife.  Stealthy kayaks, paddle boarders, sailboats, powerboats and runabouts can be seen humming along.  During summer months it can begin to feel as though we are witnessing a parade of never ending vessels.  Not to worry though, as the entertainment is mutual; we enjoy watching them as much as they enjoy observing life on the creek.  

Even creek residents participate in this Sunday ritual, although more often than not, it occurs on any day in the late afternoon.  The preferred vessel is the electric Duffy with an overhead awning and extra large cockpit table.  It is the perfect platform for entertaining friends as they sit back, sip wine, and take in the sights.  

 Dusk is one of my favorite times to cruise the creek in a Duffy.  With the silent motor, all that is heard is the water lapping against the hull.  Soon, homes light up and the shoreline twinkles in the fading light.  It is a quiet and serene way to end a day at the river.