After a relaxing breakfast and the morning paper we met up with friends and their Four Winns and headed off to Bullard's Bar for a day on the water. With fuel prices what they are I questioned for a moment why two trucks and two boats were needed for seven people but, what the heck, its Father's Day.
Our son had a great time stretching his wakeboarding skills in front of the two girls from the other family. Jim and I each had a blast just driving our respective boats on a nice large lake, and our wives', chatting and sunning.
Their two girls enjoy tubing and say what you will, the kids had a blast. Three teenagers and two tubes together behind the boat. They jumped tube to tube, played bumper car, and thoroughly enjoyed being kids.
At the end of the day it was dad's turn for his first run of the season. Mom doesn't drive the boat much and our 15 year old is just getting his driving skills in shape. Bullards was open enough that I felt OK letting him drive with mom at hand. Anyway, I got out the old wooden 1970s "Maharajah" like ski, strapped it on and hollered "In-Gear" and "Hit-It." (I still say that). It was thumbs up until we got to 34 MPH, an unheard-of speed to my son. I made a dozen or so modest turns to the hoots of delight (or maybe catcalls) of a stopped boat-full of wakeboarders, effortlessly cleared the wake and decided I need to work on my upper body if I'm going to do more of this. But what a blast! I loved it.
I'll never get over the idea that boats are now supposed to plow through the water making huge wakes and burning lots of fuel. They're supposed to sing along at speed, with the wake flattening and the wind whipping your remaining hair as you link a series of tight turns. At least that's the idea on Father's day when dad makes the rules.
Sorry, no pictures, that camera is in the middle of nowhere in Utah with our daughter on a three-week adventure throughout the southwest. But, that's another story.
Happy Father's Day, dads!
Our son had a great time stretching his wakeboarding skills in front of the two girls from the other family. Jim and I each had a blast just driving our respective boats on a nice large lake, and our wives', chatting and sunning.
Their two girls enjoy tubing and say what you will, the kids had a blast. Three teenagers and two tubes together behind the boat. They jumped tube to tube, played bumper car, and thoroughly enjoyed being kids.
At the end of the day it was dad's turn for his first run of the season. Mom doesn't drive the boat much and our 15 year old is just getting his driving skills in shape. Bullards was open enough that I felt OK letting him drive with mom at hand. Anyway, I got out the old wooden 1970s "Maharajah" like ski, strapped it on and hollered "In-Gear" and "Hit-It." (I still say that). It was thumbs up until we got to 34 MPH, an unheard-of speed to my son. I made a dozen or so modest turns to the hoots of delight (or maybe catcalls) of a stopped boat-full of wakeboarders, effortlessly cleared the wake and decided I need to work on my upper body if I'm going to do more of this. But what a blast! I loved it.
I'll never get over the idea that boats are now supposed to plow through the water making huge wakes and burning lots of fuel. They're supposed to sing along at speed, with the wake flattening and the wind whipping your remaining hair as you link a series of tight turns. At least that's the idea on Father's day when dad makes the rules.
Sorry, no pictures, that camera is in the middle of nowhere in Utah with our daughter on a three-week adventure throughout the southwest. But, that's another story.
Happy Father's Day, dads!
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