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three to four miles ahead, a view I have seen before from the times I had been to Pateros for water ski tournaments, and like those times before, the water was glass reflecting the blue sky above. As we pulled up to the town’s green grassy beaches along the river, the APBA Region 10 Rescue Crew could be seen setting up for capsule training. We got out of our RV and stretched our legs and took in the view and then I was asked; "Are you nervous?" All I could say is "Nope, let's go say hello." After some meet and greet, all of us students and their supporters found our places around the pool at the waterfront's hotel. Then began some instructions and introduction to the equipment and safety team and then the dunking began. To start things off, a couple students at a time got in the water with the breathing apparatus on. It was nothing more than a scuba regulator. We first sat on the bottom and did some breathing, then we put our legs up on the side of the pool and lay back like we are upside down. All this to check that the equipment is being used properly and, of course, there were two safety divers alongside each student to assist. As I finished up my pre-capsule dunking, I looked over at my wife and I could see that she is anxious about it all, but smiling at the same time. The real test for her is coming when I get in the capsule. So I get strapped in with detailed instruction as to how this will happen and what I need to do to exit when upside down. Six point harness hooked up and tight, air system on and working, steering wheel locked in place. I give a thumbs up and my capsule is slid into the water and there I float. Another thumbs up signal and over I go a full 360 degrees and back to the upright position with plenty of splashing and bubbles and a bit of jerking. All is good and I give the OK sign and the first part is done. Saying that we used to do it differently is not a reason to break the current rules. The CD will use discretion when enforcing the property owner’s rules. But the CD is not compelled to issue warning after warning to someone who continues to break the rules. If you are told to move your vehicle to the proper parking area, move your vehicle without being told numerous times. If you are told to put your dog on a leash, put your dog on a leash. We will treat the property and property owner with respect. We will clean up after ourselves. We will be certain that we leave the property at the least as nice as when we arrived. It is a matter of respect for the property owner and the NAMBA members who have worked to make that site available to us. From The Drivers Stand to the Drivers Seat By John Reifel District 8 Model Boater Chapter 2: Stand the Test Propwash April 2018, the first chapter, was about my excitement of racing from the driver’s seat after decades of racing from the drivers stand. I also added that if I get the chance, I would share more about the APBA School Boat. So here's my chance. For many years, I had been reading about and watching videos of the APBA School Boat and wanted to do it, but the school was half way across the country. When I learned that APBA School Boat was now on our Mighty Columbia River here in Washington, it was a must do. PROPWASH 22 April 2020 In 2016 at the Columbia Cup, I was told that there was only one school boat seat left for the year. My wife and family friends, strongly suggested that I take that seat and go for a ride to see if owning and driving an inboard is something I really wanted to do. Well, I already knew it was what I wanted to do, however I played along. At least it gave my wife a chance to experience what it will be like to have me in the driver's seat. I will admit, I promised her if it was to terrifying for her, I will seriously reconsider owning and driving a hydroplane. I am a very lucky man to be married to a very supportive wife. I went to the APBA website, found the APBA store and got signed up. To be sure I was in, I made a few calls and locked it in. I was ready for APBA Inboard School Boat and a ride of a life time at Pateros, Washington on the Mighty Columbia River. The drive to Pateros Washington was beautiful and intriguing as always. Every trip I take to the east side of the Cascade Mountains gives me a comforting sense of escape from the jet set of the big city that I grew up in. As we rounded the bend in the river, the elevation of the highway presented a spectacular view of a small, colorful community about another