Sorry for playing hookey for the last day or two. It was for a good cause: Wind speed 0 mph, wave height non-existent, technical description: calm as bath water. So a friend and I have been hitting it extra early, gliding over a dark green watery mirror as sson as it was lit by a flaming red rising sun. That’s me at about 8 AM just past the intersection of the Pedernales River and Lake Travis, central Texas, on my beloved Hyperlite wakeboard with Ronix boots that fit like little foot-gloves. With the back fins off on water that silky smooth, this board spins like a top, it’s almost like riding a big, polished frisbee over water. We rode and fell and fell and rode, until our bruised and battered middle-aged bodies could take no more. What are you doing this weekend?
Well… nothing that good, that’s for damn sure.
I do have a rehearsal for *Inherit the Wind* this Sunday. And when we perform that in late July, that will be (for me) far better than wakeboarding.
But wow… that does look like fun.
I’ve been on some good water, but the last two days were incredible. Still as an early morning swamp.
I remember when a friend of mine took a job down on the southern plains. Prior to that, he and I and a few friends used to go skiing on glassy, cold mountain lakes – drinking beer instead if it was a little choppy. He bought a boat. A year, he sold the boat and bought a windsurfer. If the water was glassy in Texas, you had to ditch and go skiing.