Andrew woke us up at 10 in the morning, whining that he had made breakfast ("enough to feed an army") and that no one was up to eat it. Eyes half open, I sat myself down at the table for some french toast and orange juice. Unfortunately, Andrew is amazingly talented at making all foods taste exactly the same. But I wasn’t there for the food, and since I didn’t make any of it, I guess I can’t complain.
Before lunch, all of us got on a boat to get a quick survey of the lake and its surroundings. The weather was cool and slightly windy; a thick layer of clouds shadowed the sun. Kevin looked grumpy.
Lunch comprised of barbeque - chips, hot dogs, and hamburgers (yes, it all tasted the same).
After lunch, we went jet skiing 3-at-a-time (I wasn’t driving), and, within what seemed like only a few minutes, managed to tip the jet ski over at about 60 mph, causing as all to very painfully crash into the water. Our friends at a nearby boat drove by to check on us. We were all okay, though slightly stunned. I still have a sore neck and a bruise on my forehead. I decided to drive on the way back.
It was a very interesting experience. The controls are much less complicated than a car or a motorcycle - there is only an accelerator (controlled by hand, no brake), and a gear to shift between forward and reverse. The driver also wears a wristbrace that is attached to the jet ski. In the event that the driver falls off the jet ski, the wristbrace detaches and the vehicle will create an open circuit and turn off the engine.
We returned shortly, and I left again later that afternoon with Razza, who is much more experienced at jet skiing than any of us. We had a lot of fun, up until the moment that we realized we were lost (I am very good at getting lost). It took as a while, but after asking several people directions, we eventually made it back safely.
One observation that I made during this event is that people on the lake are extremely nice and helpful. Maybe this is because they are all old, rich, and retired, but whatever the reason, it is certainly a nice change from the attitudes encountered in the everyday city. One couple even offered us gas when they saw that we were low.
For dinner, we ordered pizza and watched Lord of the Rings on the projector that Andrew had brought before heading to bed.
I slept like a rock that night.