I think he was trying to find a way to drive our boat

I’ve already done three “first time ever things” for my 46th birthday today — two of them I will only tell you over a very good bottle of wine. .. maybe. Here’s the third:
It should come as no surprise that my husband, the Ironman, is into all kinds of adventure sports.  One of them is water skiing.  Not just any skiing, of course, but slalom, trick and barefoot.  This type of skiing requires high speeds — 30 to 35. Pretty fast for a boat. Pretty fast for someone who only learned how to drive the boat a week ago. Our lake is only 90 acres, so going at a fast speeds requires lots of turning.  My husband explained:

When I swirl my hand above my head (the boys are spotters) that means it’s time to turn.  And when you turn, do a 360, and go right back over the wake you just made.

There was a lot of leeway in his instruction… how tight do you make the turn?  Very tight, he said.  Do you speed up or slow down going into the curve, into the curve or going out of the curve?  My head was spinning with questions, and he jumped out of the boat and pulled on his skis.

The good news was that the lake was empty.  The bad news was that by then, everyone was sitting on their porches watching.  With my husband in the water, he gave me his thumbs us, and kept his instructions in my head.

Except this:  My kids, who were watching Dad would see him give me the signal to speed up.  When they said, “Speed up Mom, they  — all four of them — took their eyes off Dad and started watching me.  This made me nervous, because I was getting really close to the woods on the other end of the lake.  I was sure I was going to crash right into the bank, but the kids insisted Dad didn’t say it was time to turn yet. Yet, everytime I asked, “Is it time to turn,” all four heads were looking at me, instead of him.

I turned anyway… a tad sooner than he would have liked.

My “tight turn” was “tighter” than his, and I swear I was going to hit that ramp that was dangerously close in front of me.  Boats are different than cars.  Later he told me I didn’t need to turn that sharp — actually it wasn’t really a 360, it was more like a 270 with an angle back to the wake.  Thank you for that clarification.

Still, determined, I pulled him up again and again. Three times. Or was it four. My hands were trembling the entire time I was trying to maneuver the boat, and I thought my heart was going to beat out of my chest. And my kids were staring at me the entire time — like in my face. Every time we came towards shore, I was convinced I was going to hit the bank, and that no matter how sharp I turned the boat, I wouldn’t make the turn. Still, if I made the turn too sharp, I’d lose my skier.

Three times was enough. Still, part of me was looking forward to doing it again tomorrow morning.

Later that day, one of our neighbors came down, an avid skier himself, said, “I’ll be happy to drive your boat for you tomorrow morning… it looked like you were having some trouble out there.”  My husband said that would be great, as “she’s really not used to it yet; her first time and all.”  I was … relieved.

In other firsts, my savvy kindergarten graduate went tubing today, but this isn’t him. This is his younger brother and his older brother.  I didn’t get that shot…

and our four-year-old caught this cute baby Grass Pike fish with his hands.

Then, that kindergarten graduate (I still can’t get used to calling him a first grader) caught this HUGE fish.

Oh, and I’m so very glad my husband is here.

(Oh, and I just have to say, the reason my second son is not pictured, is because he was back in the boat fishing, trying to top this fish from his kix brother. You can see the edge of his red canoe between our shoulders.)

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18 comments on “I think he was trying to find a way to drive our boat
  1. As a mom of 3 boys, I have tried so hard to embrace fishing and I have to admit, I still just find it gross. Slippery, grimy, hard-lipped fish. Yuk. I hand it to you Susie. Between the bean fort & the fishing, you’ve got it going on. The boys must love it.

  2. you know that now I’m dying to know what ELSE you did that was new. I think everyone should be doing new things all the time, so hooray for you, and happy belated birthday!

  3. I think I would sweat to death if my hubby made me drive a boat that fast. I give you a ton of credit! Wow! How nerve wracking!
    You have a very brave kindergarten graduate. I’m impressed!
    And wow! Such a beautiful family!

  4. Happy Birthday! We went to my FIL’s lake house last week for vacation. We have some tubing, jet skiing, fishing, boating pix that look a lot like yours! I will post them on the website within the next couple days. They boys had a blast too. And, my husband didn’t go so between me and grandpa, we were putting worms on hooks and taking fish OFF all day long!!

  5. The adrenalin rush you get when you are surrounded by testosterone! At least that was a 1st for you! How I would love to sit down with you over a glass no, a bottle of wine and listen to your stories.

    Happy Birthday again Susie!

  6. Happy birthday! I’ll lift up a glass in your honor.

    Good for you for trying! I haven’t skiied in years, I’m really looking forward to doing it again when we visit my parents this summer. Now that they’ve moved to NH the boat is on a lake instead of the Hudson, so there will be loads of opportunities. My son is really looking forward to trying tubing, too. No fishing though for me though, ick.

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