July 15, 2015
“Summer activities”
Featuring a non-furry friend whom I furri-fied
The wind blew through his hair as he stood on the deck of the ferry, people and cars packed onto the floating taxi for the low price of $15. Legend adjusted the strap of his backpack, feeling his things shuffle around inside. The wild dog turned to his friend Chris, “Another 10 minutes or so. Got your trucks tightened?” The wolf looked up from his longboard, the one Legend gave him when he got a new one in exchange for the all the food he’d bought the wild dog after school for the past year. “Uh, yeah. I should be good,” he said, standing up and slinging his day pack over his shoulder. Legend put his arm around Chris’ shoulders, “Awesome, cause we’re not stopping until the last ferry leaves tonight.”
As they stepped off the ferry, Legend put on a hat and sunglasses, running to catch up to Chris who was already half way up the hill to the road. He jumped onto his longboard, knocking Chris’ boonie hat into his hands, “C’mon, man. We need to get on the road before everyone else or we’re going to have some irritated tourists on our hands.”
Chris caught up with the wild dog quickly, patting him on the shoulder as he pointed out the golf cart ahead of them, puttering along. Legend noticed the two children in the back facing seats, smiling as he got an idea. “Wanna skitch the cart?” he asked, pointing out the children. He didn’t wait for an answer, pumping harder to catch up to the cart. As he reached it, the painted canine grabbed onto the back handle bar, pulling himself forward to stand up. As Chris reached the cart, Legend was already entertaining the children. He looked up to see the father looking back through the rear view mirror, smiling and shaking his head.
Chris let go of the cart as it reached an intersection, turning left, Legend close behind as he waved bye to the family. As they turned into downtown, they could see some of the locals opening up shop. Restaurants, tours, merchandise stores, golf cart rental, and museums dotted the streets, a colorful display of buildings holding their own histories.
They stopped at a small restaurant on the main street, overlooking the lake that surrounded the small island. The boats coming in and out, tourists bustling around, golf carts driving by. The unique sound accompanied the lunch, interrupted by the jokes and laughter of the two canines.
As the day wore on, wind-whipped fur became a shared fashion choice of the two. Carving down the concrete through neighborhoods and wooded areas, taking in the nautical charm of the island. Legend took a sip of water from his hydration pack, letting the tube hang next to his arm as he moved closer to Chris, avoiding a crack in the road. Chris went to move to the side as well, giving him room to pump, when his wheel caught a sharp pebble, stopping him abruptly. Chris flew from the board, curling up as he skipped down the road. The wolf lay there for a second, shaking it off as he stood up, wincing from the wipeout. Sliding to a stop, Legend held out Chris’ board, the wild dog having picked it up before making his way over. “Anything broken?” he questioned the wolf, looking over him for any gashes or scrapes. Chris cursed, nostrils flaring as he stretched, flicking a few burs from his body, the one that came off his paw drawing blood. Legend tossed him some antiseptic, patting him on the shoulder as he took the time to snack.
As the sun disappeared on the horizon, the two stepped off the ferry, riding back to the parking lot to throw their longboards into Legend’s car. The two drove off, a good hour of a drive ahead of them as they made their way home after a long day of adventure.