||choppy, lakeside, sightings, white-knuckled, rushing, hull, grip, sure, settled, brushing, actually, minutes, deadhead, doing, waves, yards
||Lake Champlain, Port Henry
"Are you sure it's okay for us to take the boat?" asked Ethan.
"Sure," said Michael confidently. "Grandpa told me that we can take the rowboat out whenever we want to fish. We just have to tell someone we're going out."
"I guess I can run up and let Grandma know," said Ethan. He ran back up to the lakeside house.
"Don't forget your life jacket!" Michael called after him.
Michael was seated in the small aluminum boat, wearing his life jacket, when Ethan returned wearing his. The ropes for the bow and stern of the boat were already untied, and Michael held the boat next to the dock with his hands.
Michael knew that Ethan was just a little nervous in boats. Ethan hadn't had much experience in boats, unlike Michael. As soon as Ethan was seated, Michael began pushing the boat away from the dock with one of the oars.
"Are you sure you know what you are doing?" asked Ethan as the boat nosed its way out from the dock. The small craft began to bob up and down as the waves slapped against the metal hull.
Michael nodded. He'd taken the boat out on Lake Champlain many times, but the water hadn't been this choppy. After a little while, the breeze dropped, and the water became calmer. Even so, Michael kept the boat near the shore.
"Why don't you bait a hook and toss it in while I row?" asked Michael.Paragraphs 10 to 28:
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