So, today we went up to the cottage to close it up.
This involved the yearly dock migration- Unlike all the other docks in the bay-ish area our cottage is on, our dock is a floating dock, as we have no foundation. This means that every fall, we have to untie the dock from the chains holding it in place in the event the back falls, pry the back off the concrete that's there, and get on to row it to the side of the bay, where the owners of the neighbouring cottage let us tie it up in the shallows so it doesn't break apart when the water goes down.
Every spring we have to row it back up when the water comes up, provided the boyant barrels (think HL2) holding up the front are still there.
To get an idea of how this works, picture yourself on a raft. Now picture it three times the size, large enough to hold a small fishing boat with lots of room. Now picture it being a bit broken and decayed from all the years it's been there, only boyant on one side, and the water is cold. Plus you have to row the damn thing 10 feet or so, and get it rotated while you're doing that. That's pretty much our dock when the back isn't on the shore. It's a good dock, it's just getting...old. And it's heavy enough to be a burden when you're trying to move it.
Luckily, nobody got their feet wet this year. Not much more to say, pretty much routine stuff other than that, forgot my lunch, moved a picinic table inside through two narrow-ish doorways, ect.
TL/DR; JeffMOD moved a rotting dock with a paddle at his cottage, water was cold, picinic table inside.