Tony drove the boat. Pat sat in the back and held her head down, hand on her bandana, not enjoying her maiden voyage on this new boat. The water was rough, the skies overcast, wind a bit whippy, and the temperature in the mid-70s.
Not ideal weather, but it was our only chance for the weekend we were there.
And my soul has been yearning for a boat ride on a lake for a few years.
(Gotta love boat hair.)
Paul and Joel spent almost all their time tubing together on a huge 6 foot 8" tube.
Meanwhile, Pat and I took turns worrying about all the people on jet skis. And about whether Tony could see the boats in front of us when the bow of our boat was pointing skyward.
He assured me this wasn't his first rodeo.
Or boating trip.
I guess my ideal boating trip includes maybe just three boats, the Coast Guard, and zero jet skis on a huge, placid lake. Nonetheless, my soul eventually settled down while we made the memory that my son dubbed "the best day of the whole summer." And, I think, mine as well.