I spent the past week on Bridgeport Lake in Northern Texas with some of my most bestest friends. We were there to wake-board, and wake-board we did.
Wake up at 5:30 am, Arrive at the lake at 6 am, wake-board until breakfast at 8 am, then wake-board until 12 pm. From 12 pm until 5 pm we did nothing. After eating "dinner" at 5:30 pm we would wake-board from 7 pm until 9 pm. Then we would go to sleep. In a nutshell, we wake-boarded A LOT. Every day.
For me, it got a little bit old by day 4. So, we convinced the staff at the camp to take us tubing.
If you've never held onto an inflated piece of rubber for dear life, you've never been tubing. Imagine being flung out to the side of a boat, going so fast that it becomes literally impossible for you to hang on any longer. After you get thrown off, you slide on your back at a high speed across the surface of the lake. 50 feet later, you finally sink into the water. That, my friends, is tubing.
I'll never forget the time when Eli Larsen, Evan Nicholas, and I were all tubing together. I was in the middle, Evan was to my left, and Eli was to my right. After getting air a couple of times, we started going really fast out to the left. Unable to keep his body on the tube, Evan yelled as he started to slide off. I turned to him and saw that he was still holding onto the handle even though his entire body was in the water. "EVAN!" I shouted as he held on for dear life. "WHERE'S THE TREASURE?!" His body was tiring quickly. With the last of his energy, he yelled back at me, "IT'S IN THE.......IT'S IN TH-"
In a short moment, Evan disappeared into the lake.
Summer is awesome. NM