I once hit a tree. Not floating; on land, firmly rooted to the ground.
We were headed for a pullout at a new marina. "Past the last boathouse, then turn left" were the instructions at the office. So, down a shallow narrow channel, boathouses on one side, land on the other. We were headed straight into a setting sun, thankfully going dead slow, as I couldn't see a thing. My depth sounder was wailing away as there was very little water beneath us.
I had my wife on the bow as we slowly motored past the boathouses and into an insanely narrow channel. Frankly, I could not imagine how we would get past this last boathouse, to say nothing of turning at the end of it.
"Tree" my wife said, somewhat gently.
Huh? Tree? What is she talking about, "tree"?
"Tree."
As I peered into the water ahead, looking for logs, I heard a crashing and banging above me, as branches started to fall on my head.
WHAT? Full reverse thankfully got me out of danger before running fully aground. So intent was I on the narrow waterway that I completely failed to notice the big fir trees overhanging the channel.
The laughter from a nearby dock showed me that it was not the LAST boathouse I needed to turn at, it was the SECOND last.
Back at the office 30 minutes later to pay up, I told my tale to the person at the desk who had just given me the directions.
"Yeah, that happens a lot" she said. "Maybe we should put up some signs or something".
Man, there's a novel concept, "signs" to mark the way on the water. But until then, decent directions might not be a bad idea either.
Alan