
THE REDSTONE ROCKET
Well…Penny and Alba were playing
in the garage with their race cart
when there was a knock on the
window. You wouldn’t be surprised to get a
knock on the window if the garage door was
closed but the garage door was open and the
kids knew it could only be one person – Uncle
Harold. Going into detective mode,
they crouched down below the worktable
and didn’t make a sound.
Thirty seconds went by …
A minute went by …
Two minutes went by and Uncle Harold
couldn’t stand it any longer. He sneaked into
the garage and not seeing the girls said to
himself in a rather loud voice, “I guess those
two kids don’t want to come on the
adventure of a lifetime. I guess I’ll have to
ask my other favourite nieces.”
Well, as you and I know, Uncle Harold
didn’t have any other nieces. He was pretty
sure, however, that the threat would bring
the girls out of hiding.
“I guess they’ll only hear about the raising
of my great new boat and regret for the
rest of their lives that they weren’t here
today to join the expedition of a lifetime.”
Alba couldn’t contain herself any longer.
“Whoop whoop whoop whacka whacka,”
she cried in her best rendition of the infamous Gurgle
Grouch bird from Rhubarb Rapids. This was the secret
call that only Uncle Harold and the girls knew. He
responded with the customary two snorts, a chortle and
a sneeze-meaning that the coast was clear.
In minutes, the kids and Uncle Harold were in the
McCutcheon living room with a topographical map of
Lake Windswept spread across the coffee table. The
girls were very interested in what Uncle Harold was
saying but also very conscious that this dirty map that
smelled of fish, guts, and worm slime was lying on their
mother’s favourite antique table. Once Uncle Harold
got excited about an adventure, though, there was no
slowing him down and the girls hoped that none of the
other adults would come into the room before they got
things back to normal. Leaky Louie, explained Uncle
Harold, was on his last legs. In fact Leaky Louie didn’t
have any legs at all because it was the clunker of a boat
that Uncle Harold used for his fishing expeditions. The
thing that pleased Uncle Harold about Leaky Louie the
most was that he had found it at the dump – and it was
free. With a little paint, a lot of hard work and several
bailing cans, Uncle Harold had himself a boat that
hardly ever sank.
Now even Uncle Harold realized that a new boat had to
be found. Well it wasn’t a new boat exactly. In fact the
boat that he had his eye on didn’t float at all. At present,
it was on the bottom of Lake Windswept in 50 feet of
water, right off Redstone Rock.
The family legend was that 30 years ago when Uncle
Harold was a boy, his friend’s family had come to their
cottage on Lake Windswept and a fierce autumn gale
had struck. His friend’s father was out fishing in his new
boat when the storm hit. The boat was buffeted by the
waves, took on buckets of water, struck Redstone Rock
and sank within minutes. Although the boat was lost,
everyone felt grateful that his friend’s father had escaped
with his life. For years, all the cottagers on the lake
searched for the boat but it was never found. After years
of searching, his friend had moved away and told Uncle
Harold that he could have the boat if he found it.
“Cool” said Penny,
“Way cool” said Alba. “How are you going to do it
when no one has been successful before?”
“In fact, I’m not going to do it,” said Uncle Harold,
enjoying the disappointed look on the girls’ faces. “We
are!”
The next day, equipped with lunch, life jackets, ropes,
hooks, anchors and a large supply of jujubes, the
threesome set out from the public launch to raise the
boat from the murky depths. At the marina, the worm
man asked what they were fishing for and Uncle Harold
said, “We hope to bring back a 14-footer, Josh.”
That boast raised a lot of eyebrows because no one had
ever seen a fish that big in Lake Windswept.
“That would be a whale of a fish” said Alba, and Penny
and Alba laughed until they almost tipped the boat over.
And you know that wasn’t that hard in Leaky Louie.
“Are you sure this is safe?” asked Penny.
That was exactly what Mrs. McCutcheon had asked just
before they left.
“Absolutely,” said Uncle Harold. “I personally
guarantee it.” Now with some adults that might mean
something but with Uncle Harold, everyone was a little
skeptical.
After 15 minutes of rowing they were out of sight of the
marina and heading into the wildest part of the lake.
This is where you caught the biggest fish and this is
where you hit the biggest waves and the biggest rocks
including Redstone Rock. Uncle Harold had brought a
compass to chart the way and was looking at the map
and then the compass
and then the map
and then the compass
and then he asked Penny and Alba if either of them
knew how to read a compass …
and if either of them knew where they were on the
map.
Just when the girls took the map to read, the boat made
a grinding noise and then almost capsized. Everyone
grabbed for something to hang onto.
Alba asked if there had been a big hole in the bottom of
the boat when they left the marina.
Penny asked whether either of them remembered this
much water in the boat before.
Uncle Harold shouted, ” Man overboard!! ” which
technically wasn’t right because they were all still in the
boat but it was the only thing he knew to say in an
emergency that had a nautical feel to it. I mean after all,
if he had shouted ” Fire!! ” it might have indicated that
there was an emergency, but it wouldn’t have adequately
described the situation.
“Now we’re really sunk,” said Penny, and Alba started to
laugh even though she was getting soaked.
“In a manner of speaking you’re right” said Uncle
Harold. “Is everyone OK?”
They were all OK right now and in no danger of sinking
because the rock that they hit was keeping them up.
“What bad luck” said Alba as she looked at Leaky
Louie. The old faithful boat was now far beyond just
leaking.
“What good luck” said Penny as she looked at the floating
map. “I think we found Redstone Rock. Before we were
lost, now we know exactly where we are. I don’t suppose
you’d call this totally good news, but you should always
look at the bright side.”
“Yeah,” said Alba, “we’re not lost but we’re going to
drown. The good news is they’ll find the bodies.”
“Nonsense,” said Uncle Harold.
“You mean they won’t find the bodies?” asked Alba.
“This is great news. I wasn’t sure how I was going to
let go of Leaky Louie. He was a gallant and noble boat.
Now it will be much easier to give him a burial at sea.”
Penny added, “I didn’t exactly want to be in the coffin
when he went down.”
“Relax girls, everything will be fine.” Uncle Harold started
grabbing ropes and a great big iron grappling hook. “This is
perfect. While we wait for someone to rescue us, we might
as well search for the sunken boat.”
It seemed like hours that Uncle Harold and the girls cast
out the rope with a hook on the end to try to catch hold
of part of the sunken boat. In fact, it was hours that
they worked energetically on their job. Everyone was so
busy working and singing songs that only Alba started
to notice that no one was coming to rescue them and
the sun was starting to set and the dark clouds were rolling
in and it looked like there was going to be a huge
thunderstorm.
She thought about telling Uncle Harold but she didn’t think
it would make much of a difference. After all, they were
stranded whether they were in the bright sunshine or in the
darkest, wettest night. And as she finished that thought, the
first of the rain started to fall. One drop at a time until Uncle
Harold said. “Hey, stop fooling with the water, kids.”
Then water really started to fall. Only then did he look
up at the sky and realize what a problem they had.
Everyone loved Uncle Harold but sometimes he was
more of a kid than even a kid and he didn’t always think
about safety. That made him fun to be around but got him
into all sorts of trouble. He was enough of an adult to
know that this time they were in big trouble, however.
They were out in the middle of the lake with a
thunderstorm brewing.
This wasn’t funny, this was stupid, he thought to himself.
Why hadn’t he told the people at the marina where they
were going. Easy, he thought. He wanted to be a big shot,
and not let anyone else know about his plan to raise the
sunken treasure. Why had he been so dumb as to endanger
the lives of his precious nieces.
After one look into their eyes, he knew they were
frightened. He also knew that this was no time to fool
around. Within minutes the three of them made a plan
about how they were going to protect themselves. They
knew that no one would find them tonight and that they
were going to have to spend the night in the middle of
the lake-shipwrecked on Redstone Rock.
They checked their lunch bags and took stock of what
they had left: jujubes, green and black ones only, one
and a half peanut butter sandwiches, a bruised apple and
a banana. Now, only the banana looked a little too past
its prime to be eaten and the kids devoured the rest of the
food. Uncle Harold made sure the girls ate all the food and
also handed over the surprise supply of chocolate that he
had bought for a treat. Only now it was being used as
emergency rations.
Waves bigger than they had ever seen washed over the
gunnels of Louie and rocked the boat in its fragile
position on the jutting rock. Everyone tightened their life
jackets, fearing that the boat would be washed off the
rock and they would all sink to the bottom of the lake
and join the other boat in a liquid graveyard. All night
long the thunder roared and the lightning backlit the
waves making them look like monsters dancing a
menacing, cannibalistic dance. But with each wave,
Uncle Harold held the two girls a little tighter and Penny
shouted to Alba, “Not to worry … everything’s going to be
OK. I’ve got piano lessons to go to tomorrow.
Fat chance I won’t have to go.”
Penny was trying to be brave and make her sister feel
better but she knew her joke wasn’t all that funny and
she didn’t mind going to piano lessons quite so much
right now.
The longest night of their lives slowly turned into a
foggy dawn. The waves subsided and then Uncle
Harold started casting for the boat again.
“Maybe, just maybe, we can raise the other boat and get
back to shore. Your parents will be terrified and mad as
heck at me. Come on you guys. Let’s get ourselves out
of this jam.”
“Jam, I could go for some jam and toast right now”
thought Penny but the only food they had left was the
banana and it looked really disgusting.
Slowly they started the systematic work of dragging the
bottom of the lake for the boat-occasionally hitting a rock,
occasionally thinking they found something. They played
guessing games and sang all the songs they knew until Alba
said “Wait minute, I can’t move it, I’m stuck again.”
Penny said, “Let me help” and started to pull with Alba.
This time the rope and the hook started to slowly
move. “Feels like we’ve hooked into a big tree. Let me
help” said Uncle Harold and they slowly, ever so
slowly started to pull the dead weight to the misty
surface of Windswept Lake.
“This must be a huge tree” exclaimed Alba. “It seems
like it’s a dead weight.”
“Almost like it’s waterlogged” said Penny
“Or a boat full of water” hoped Uncle Harold out loud.
“Pull, you landlubbers”, cried Uncle Harold in his best
pirate voice-hoping beyond hope that this might be the
boat and might save the girls any more anxiety.
Just as they were bringing it to the surface, the weight
of their mysterious catch proved too much for the
precarious balance of Leakie Louie on Redstone Rock.
Before they knew what was happening, Louie had split
apart and they were all floating in the lake.
“Let go of the rope” shouted Uncle Harold, “it will
drag you down!!”.
The three of them released the rope and scrambled for the
slightly submerged rock where they caught their breath.
“Hey, there’s the rope floating on the surface,” pointed out
Alba. The three of them decided to make a human chain to
reach it. Alba jumped in and grabbed it with one hand as
Penny held her other hand and Uncle Harold grabbed on
to Penny. Alba swam the rope back to the partially
submerged rock and this time they were able to pull a little
harder and gradually got their catch to the surface. Slowly,
ever so slowly an algae covered boat emerged out of the
water and created a sight as beautiful as the moon coming
up over the horizon. Only in this case it was even more
beautiful because a moon wouldn’t have gotten them off the
lake.
“Careful” shouted Uncle Harold, “don’t wreck the boat
any more than it already is.”
As the bow of the boat emerged from the murky water
it looked like a rocket in one of those old sci fi movies.
It had a rounded nose and its aluminum body glistened in
the sun. Within minutes the boat was at the surface of the
lake and the kids and Uncle Harold had scooped out all
the guck from the bottom of the boat and partially
dragged it onto Redstone Rock.
“That’s it,” Uncle Harold declared, as he looked at the
boat beside them. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve
ever seen” and then glancing at the girls he added “other
than Aunt Helen of course.” And with a wave of his
hand as if he were sprinkling magic powder over the
boat he declared, “I christen you the Redstone Rocket”.
Uncle Harold carefully checked it out and couldn’t find
any problem with it until he checked the plug at the
back.
“Aha! No wonder it sank. When it hit the rock, the jolt
must have knocked the plug out of the boat and unlike the
plug in a bathtub, this plug keeps the water out instead of
keeping it in.”
Looking around to find a replacement plug, they found
nothing that would do the trick. They were pretty sure
that the original plug was lying in the mud at the bottom
of the lake.
“Hold on” yelled Penny and she jumped into the water.
Alba and Uncle Harold looked at each other quizzically
until they cheered when they saw what Penny was
swimming towards.
“Do you think it will work?” laughed Uncle Harold
“Let’s give it a try,” shrieked Alba.
Forty minutes later, just as the search and rescue boats
were revving up their motors at the marina, a very tired and
wet group of explorers came into sight with Penny and
Alba in the boat paddling with their hands and Uncle
Harold in the water pushing. He was doing a very
exhausted dog paddle. Later he told everyone that he
started doing the dog paddle because he was so dog tired.
Within seconds the search and rescue boats had picked up
the kids and Uncle Harold and had them back on the dock
for a reunion with Aunt Helen and the girls’ relieved
parents.
After everyone cried with relief, Uncle Harold started
telling the story of how they had been shipwrecked on
Lake Windswept. He was interrupted as one of the
search and rescue workers started to laugh as he pulled
the boat out of the water.
“Hey Suzy,” he said to his partner, “Look at the plug in the
boat.”
“They don’t make ’em like that anymore,” laughed Suzy.
And everyone looked over at the boat to see a bruised,
mushy banana stuck in the hole where the plug was
supposed to go.
“Seemed like a good idea at the time” said Alba and
everybody started to laugh.
“Gee, that looks good” said a very relieved and hungry
Uncle Harold.
He grabbed the soggy banana out of the drain hole in
the boat, peeled it and bit into it with a sense of deep relief.
After all it’s not every day when a banana saves your life.