I learned to wakeboard this weekend. I jumped some cliffs. Was last man standing on some rediculous tube rides... but seriously. I can't get my mind off that last run Sunday night with the sun at my back, crossing the wake and carving hard to the right of the boat, leaning my weight against the rope and smiling ear to ear. I'm not sure why, but it was a blissful moment for me where nothing mattered. I need to get on the water again.
On another note, I don't know what the hell to do with this blog.
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