It appeared Mr W was accustomed to boating in the summer. Specifically, hours spent in the sun shine on a ski boat wake boarding and tubing until your arms fell off.
Growing up in Ohio, there was limited access to pretty blue water for boating. Sure the Ohio river is there but no one actually goes in it. Actually, I know of 2 boys who swam across from Ohio to Kentucky in it for a school project. They both contracted pneumonia. I had water skied and gone tubing before but that was only for a few summers at a close friends lake house in Tennessee.
Anyway, our first boating trip happened in April. On the first day that broke 60, a small group of us [stupid enough] who wanted to try wake boarding took off work at 2pm. We met at The W's home and drove out to the lake. I remember I didn't actually get in the water on this trip because the water temperature was roughly 50 and I was sick with a cold. Mr W. let me off easy that time [he later told me].
A lot more boating happened in May and June as Michigan was still thawing itself. Eventually, Mr W taught me how to drive the boat.
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Wow! You still with me?
Also, I can't leave this out. The more I hung out on the boat with Mr W, the more comfortable I became. Until one trip I decided Mr W. shouldn't be the only one pushing everyone else in the water for fun. Mr W was teaching Leslie how to get up wake boarding and I thought he looked too dry. The following series I shot with Papa W's camera while David did my dirty work.
I miss boating. I miss Michigan... Wait. Northern California is breaking 65 today. I just miss boating :)Mrs. W
The title of this post references a song that was pretty popular that summer. I won't link the song here cause it's not clean and makes my ears cringe. But these two lines sum up boating while everyone else is at work. "I got my swim trunks and my flippy floppies. I'm flipping burgers you at Kinkos straight flipping copies."