It was one of those days in early August when the heat index was 118 degrees. Water temp was about 95 degrees, so instead of being cooled off when jumping off the boat, it felt like being boiled. The first 6 or 7 feet of warm-chocolate-milk water were super hot, so only your tippy toes felt cool water in the next thermocline.
We kinda thought we invented a new sport with this wakesurfing thing(riding a surfboard on the wake behind a boat without being pulled), but it turns out there’s already a million people doing it. Besides, the wake our boat makes isn’t big enough to surf, so we had to get pulled anyway. We still had fun.
Just as the sun was setting, Morrison had his first successful pull. It’s always great to be able reach a goal and do something you’ve never done before. And everything was on the line, because Morrison definitely did NOT want to be called a pussy the whole next day.
This is how it’s really supposed to be done:
Next time: homemade parasailing(no joke).