Left Friday once I got home from work (so about 6:00) and came home Sunday morning.
Most people would say, "You drove 4.5 hours for one day of boating?" and the answer is Yes. For 12 hours of wonderful boating. It may not be hot (80 degrees isn't warm enough when the boat is moving) but when the water is good enough to water ski in the main channel...it doesn't matter.
It was dad, Lisa, Derek, me, our friends, Brian and Jess Francom, and Derek's little bro, Corbin. We met up with dad's good friend, Scott, and his friend, Paul, and Scott's son, Kelly.
We had a rockin' good time. Lots of skiing and surfing. And dad ran over a giant mile marker buoy. Lesson learned, Don't drive into the sun at the end of the day or you won't see the giant buoy until it is 2 feet in front of the boat. It put a little gash in the front of the boat but that's it. We were so worried about major damage. Or Corbin running into it because he was skiing behind the boat.
This is me. After I first took off my wetsuit in the morning. (I am hiding from the wind of oa moving boat and changing. I can multi-task)
Derek doing pelvic thrusts on the surf board
Lisa fell asleep
Corbin cliff jumping
Jess and I at the gas station in Wellington on the way home
