The Ralphs were not off to the best start. I had dreamt of scouring every little cove aboard Lil' Betsy and anchoring off every isolated beach as if nobody but me knew they existed. I had a list of things I had to see, some of them legendary (Roque's Island and Puffin Island to name a couple). Captain Ralph had made other plans, namely to blast directly across the ocean to Bucksport Harbor whilst seeing nothing at all. Well, it has been a long time since I "punked" someone, but this time it was absolutely necessary. He plotted his courses, and after he went to bed, I plotted mine ;). Here I am feeling sly... but will an opportunity arise, and, more importantly, will I pull it off? The SnapChatters will be delighted to know that Captain Ralph still has no clue, UNTIL HE READS THIS VERY SENTENCE AND WATCHES IT UNFOLD BELOW. I hope he appreciates the humor (especially since it is too late). Either way, y'all are going to enjoy this, I guarantee it!
The evil mastermind: Ralphie Props
Here is the plan as it unfolded. Now keep in mind these are multiple short video clips sent over SnapChat in real time as it was happening. I am now combining those clips into segments to make it easier to watch:
Captain Ralph's granddaughter chimed in to help me pull this off. Papa's least favorite rapper is:
Oh, and that map is still in his plotter. HAS HE NOTICED?
Nearly busted, but got him "hook, line and sinker."
Well, it was a blast of a day for me. It was even funnier when we filled up in Southwest Harbor. He stared at that fuel receipt for a half hour trying to figure out how we could have burned so much diesel over such a short distance. As it turns out, the coastal route is a little longer overall!
(*Ralphie Props takes a bow*)
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