sometimes life saves you from yourself?

Soo just about the time when I started thinking about my dinner plans (10:30am) and what deliciousness I might indulge in this evening, I got the haunting question from my father (yes the same father who accused my figure of not being from the dress) "who wants to go to the cabin today?" 

Now this is not a question that gets asked 'day of' without some urgent, generally painful project needing to be done.  Usually the scenic drive and relaxing ferry ride to the cabin is nicely planned out and snacks and beverages are acquired...

Of course today Dad stayed true to course and offered up the explanation that the "dock needs fixing, only low tide is midnight tonight"

Oh goody. 

Fortunately for me The Boy is generally amused by crappy projects and agrees to do most of the heavy lifting.  Also fortunate for me is the fact that McCloud is usually pleased by fun projects so long as there is wine, beer or sweet potato fries afterward.  Luckily, there is a nearby brewery with all three readily available.  In a way I'm also fortunate that this "opportunity" came just about the time I was starting to justify another repeat 6 course meal since wine pairings go oh-so-nicely with a frosty evening.

So we're excited.  we've got an emergency project, some brains, more brawn, plenty of sweet potato fries to help us through it and I'm highly confident this will turn out ok.

Or rather I was - until our friends up at the cabin sent us this preview of what we're working with:

CRAP.
WHAT. do we DO with THAT. (blank mind..)

I'm fairly certain I'm not going to have any better ideas as to how we should resolve this dock situation when the "magical" low tide rolls around at midnight.  Good thing the water is frigid and freezing temperatures are in the forecast...

But I'm sure that the beer and sweet potato fries will help..

ciao.