Hang It Up

"It's time", he said. 

 Reluctantly, I nodded.  

After I neatly packed away the life jacket, my ratchet ties, cup holder, booties and gloves in the gray tub that would hold them until Spring, the Pres lifted up the bow and secured it while I balanced the other end of the kayak.

He came around, once again, climbed the ladder and took it from my hands.  Lifting it high above his head, he latched it securely.

It was sad.

But now?

Now it's time to get out the sleds

 and 

put the hard top back on the Wrangler!