Staying in constant trouble
Greg and I just returned from a wonderful vacation with his family. The week of the Fourth of July every year, Greg's family takes a vacation together. We spent the entire time eating home made ice cream, sitting on the porch, gazing at stars, and in the law enforcement's review mirror. For a group of well behaving, young adults, we sure did not seem like it this weekend. Greg, Holly and Mike (Greg's sister and Brother-in-law) and I were getting into some kind of mess every time we turned around, or flipped around is more like it. Our trouble started less then two hours after we arrived. We got to the house Saturday morning, dumped our things, put on our swimsuits and headed to the lake. They have two jet skies which we spent the week battling over because one is clearly faster than the other. Greg and I started off riding together on slower one. After getting it warmed up, Greg (who is a very careful person), heads out to the middle of the lake. We were not on the jet ski for more then five minutes before we took a spin too fast and flipped right over. So much for a leisurely afternoon ride. The biggest thing I was worried about was getting the jet ski flipped right-side-up. That proved to be the easy part. Getting us both back on top and getting the jet ski started again was the hard part. Greg climbed on first and then I climbed on back, he started it up and we flipped again. After trying that a couple of times, we tried putting me on first then Greg on back. The first time the jet ski would not start up, we tried it again and we flipped and we were both too stubborn to take it back to the dock on our own and let the other swim back. Greg's family watched this for about five minutes. Finally Holly could not see Greg's head so she got a little nervous and help was on the way. Mike and Greg's uncle came out and brought us back in. That ended our tandem riding for the day.
Sunday, we were back on the jet skies. Holly and Mike took them out then Greg and I, and finally Holly and I went out for a while. We are not real sure what possessed us to ride out as far as we did, but it was fun, none the less. After a while, I got to thinking that we had been riding the slower jet ski, which Holly was riding now, and we had not checked the gas. With that said, we headed back..... It took maybe five minutes for the jet ski to stop. Holly switched on the reserve tank, started it up and we thought we were going to be on our way. Nope, that sucker was not going to work. The reserve tank had some malfunction. Now, Holly deserves her propers on this. We were out in the middle of the lake, far, far away from home and she was cool as she could be. Lucky for us, there was a rope on my jet ski. We tied her jet ski to mine and started back. There is a sand bar not too far from our dock, that we call Cocktail Cove because boats gather there and spend the afternoon coasting. As we passed Cocktail Cove, we got some funny looks. People were looking at us as though they have never seen a jet ski being towed before. Finally back at our dock our husbands came walking down the hill to help us out and give us a hard time for getting into trouble- again. No harm, no foul so we were good to go. We did stay off the jet skies for the remainder of the day though. But, Monday we were on them again. We had been tubing on the pontoon boat which was not as fast as we wanted it to be. So, Monday we got the bright idea that we should pull each other with one of the jet skies. Greg was the brave soul who decided to go first. Mike drove the jet ski and I was the lookout. Greg did great! He managed to stay on the entire time without being slung off, I was pretty impressed. Then it was Holly's turn. I drove the jet ski and Mike was the lookout. Holly, also did a great job, that was until I made a bad spin and she was dumped off. Now, getting back on a tube after you have been dumped off is next to impossible, but Holly tried it anyway. Mike even jumped off the jet ski to help her. There was no getting back on. Luckily we were not far from the dock, so Holly and Mike hung on to the tube and I pulled them back. Yes, we all realized that this is not legal, but we were 100 feet from the dock and I was driving slow. Sure enough though, once we got back to the dock a law enforcement boat pulled up to make sure I was not pulling a couple of folks on the back of my jet ski with the intention of drowning them. Where were these guys when Holly and I were in the middle of the lake???? This did not stop us from more play. Once we were pulled together again, Mike was on the tube, I was driving and Greg and the lookout. Mike hung on forever, and showed no signs of being rattled or almost flung off. Greg and Holly's uncle, Gary thought we were being way too nice to each other, so he called for a hotrod to get on back and let him take them for a ride. Poor Greg was the victim. Gary and his wife, Melissa got on the jet ski and with a laugh that was full of trouble, they sped away with Greg hanging on for dear life. The law was on to us though and watching us every time we went out again. They followed along for a while as Gary pulled Greg and when they were satisfied that Gary was not playing rough, they went the other way. I stood on the dock and watched them race off. I waited, and waited and waited some more and then I got a little nervous. What if Greg had been dumped off and a crazy jet skier was trying to catch waves in Gary's wake and ran over Greg? What if Gary did not see where Greg was dumped off at? What if Greg had been dumped off and could not get back on? Greg had a long way to ride just hanging on the tube. Fortunately for me, my fears were shortly put to rest when Gary and Melissa came zooming back with Greg safely riding on the tube, but looking very worn out. Greg was a total champ. He hung on the whole time, but Gary still made him say "uncle". The day ended well.
The remainder of our time was pretty calm, although we did rescued a frog from being torn apart by the fans on the porch and we had no rain- there was sunshine the entire time. All together it was a great time and we will look forward to doing it again Labor Day Weekend. This time, we will try to stay out of trouble.
Greg and I just returned from a wonderful vacation with his family. The week of the Fourth of July every year, Greg's family takes a vacation together. We spent the entire time eating home made ice cream, sitting on the porch, gazing at stars, and in the law enforcement's review mirror. For a group of well behaving, young adults, we sure did not seem like it this weekend. Greg, Holly and Mike (Greg's sister and Brother-in-law) and I were getting into some kind of mess every time we turned around, or flipped around is more like it. Our trouble started less then two hours after we arrived. We got to the house Saturday morning, dumped our things, put on our swimsuits and headed to the lake. They have two jet skies which we spent the week battling over because one is clearly faster than the other. Greg and I started off riding together on slower one. After getting it warmed up, Greg (who is a very careful person), heads out to the middle of the lake. We were not on the jet ski for more then five minutes before we took a spin too fast and flipped right over. So much for a leisurely afternoon ride. The biggest thing I was worried about was getting the jet ski flipped right-side-up. That proved to be the easy part. Getting us both back on top and getting the jet ski started again was the hard part. Greg climbed on first and then I climbed on back, he started it up and we flipped again. After trying that a couple of times, we tried putting me on first then Greg on back. The first time the jet ski would not start up, we tried it again and we flipped and we were both too stubborn to take it back to the dock on our own and let the other swim back. Greg's family watched this for about five minutes. Finally Holly could not see Greg's head so she got a little nervous and help was on the way. Mike and Greg's uncle came out and brought us back in. That ended our tandem riding for the day.
Sunday, we were back on the jet skies. Holly and Mike took them out then Greg and I, and finally Holly and I went out for a while. We are not real sure what possessed us to ride out as far as we did, but it was fun, none the less. After a while, I got to thinking that we had been riding the slower jet ski, which Holly was riding now, and we had not checked the gas. With that said, we headed back..... It took maybe five minutes for the jet ski to stop. Holly switched on the reserve tank, started it up and we thought we were going to be on our way. Nope, that sucker was not going to work. The reserve tank had some malfunction. Now, Holly deserves her propers on this. We were out in the middle of the lake, far, far away from home and she was cool as she could be. Lucky for us, there was a rope on my jet ski. We tied her jet ski to mine and started back. There is a sand bar not too far from our dock, that we call Cocktail Cove because boats gather there and spend the afternoon coasting. As we passed Cocktail Cove, we got some funny looks. People were looking at us as though they have never seen a jet ski being towed before. Finally back at our dock our husbands came walking down the hill to help us out and give us a hard time for getting into trouble- again. No harm, no foul so we were good to go. We did stay off the jet skies for the remainder of the day though. But, Monday we were on them again. We had been tubing on the pontoon boat which was not as fast as we wanted it to be. So, Monday we got the bright idea that we should pull each other with one of the jet skies. Greg was the brave soul who decided to go first. Mike drove the jet ski and I was the lookout. Greg did great! He managed to stay on the entire time without being slung off, I was pretty impressed. Then it was Holly's turn. I drove the jet ski and Mike was the lookout. Holly, also did a great job, that was until I made a bad spin and she was dumped off. Now, getting back on a tube after you have been dumped off is next to impossible, but Holly tried it anyway. Mike even jumped off the jet ski to help her. There was no getting back on. Luckily we were not far from the dock, so Holly and Mike hung on to the tube and I pulled them back. Yes, we all realized that this is not legal, but we were 100 feet from the dock and I was driving slow. Sure enough though, once we got back to the dock a law enforcement boat pulled up to make sure I was not pulling a couple of folks on the back of my jet ski with the intention of drowning them. Where were these guys when Holly and I were in the middle of the lake???? This did not stop us from more play. Once we were pulled together again, Mike was on the tube, I was driving and Greg and the lookout. Mike hung on forever, and showed no signs of being rattled or almost flung off. Greg and Holly's uncle, Gary thought we were being way too nice to each other, so he called for a hotrod to get on back and let him take them for a ride. Poor Greg was the victim. Gary and his wife, Melissa got on the jet ski and with a laugh that was full of trouble, they sped away with Greg hanging on for dear life. The law was on to us though and watching us every time we went out again. They followed along for a while as Gary pulled Greg and when they were satisfied that Gary was not playing rough, they went the other way. I stood on the dock and watched them race off. I waited, and waited and waited some more and then I got a little nervous. What if Greg had been dumped off and a crazy jet skier was trying to catch waves in Gary's wake and ran over Greg? What if Gary did not see where Greg was dumped off at? What if Greg had been dumped off and could not get back on? Greg had a long way to ride just hanging on the tube. Fortunately for me, my fears were shortly put to rest when Gary and Melissa came zooming back with Greg safely riding on the tube, but looking very worn out. Greg was a total champ. He hung on the whole time, but Gary still made him say "uncle". The day ended well.
The remainder of our time was pretty calm, although we did rescued a frog from being torn apart by the fans on the porch and we had no rain- there was sunshine the entire time. All together it was a great time and we will look forward to doing it again Labor Day Weekend. This time, we will try to stay out of trouble.
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