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Whew. We made the trek home from San Angelo this a.m. Caro and the kids had been there for several days, and Jeremy and I joined them Friday evening after a week in Glorieta. Tons of fun crammed into one day!
We jetskiied, tubed, and played a new game called ladder ball. Caro and I are both sore in body parts that we didn’t know we had. Jeremy drove one of the jetskis while I tubed. After a lost wedding ring and several end-over-end flips with water-up-the-nose later, I asked how fast we were going… “Oh, about 45,” he said.
Caro is sore because she skiied, and perhaps because on the way back in on one of the jetskis, I threw us both off. (Now I know why the little deal is attached to your wrist; if the rider suddenly becomes airborne, the jetski shuts off). During our incident, I had just enough of a split second’s awareness to watch Carolyn soar slow-motion-like off the back of the jetski and hit the water butt first.
She asked me on the way home today what I was thinking at that moment. My response was, “I was thinking, ‘Uh-oh, I hope I can stay on this thing.’” Another fraction of a second later, and I was in the air too, curiously watching the jetski stop its forward momentum.
So we’re both sore today, and Jeremy apparently has no ill effects from us trying to abuse him on the tube. On the way home, Caro kept yelling at the kids in the backseat, “Don’t TOUCH me!”
We did stop long enough today to shoot some shots of a flock of windmills.
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Oh no! Did you lose your wedding ring? That would be so sad!
Glad you guys got home… sorry you’re all in mucho pain.
What were you thinking letting Jeremy pull you behind a jetski? Come on, Jeff…
@Mandy: Yes, the ring flew off my finger somewhere between “roar” (jetski starting up at full throttle) and “aaaaaaaaaaaah….sploosh” (40 year-old getting an inner tube jerked out from underneath him). Fortunately, it was my $99 Sam’s Club special rather than my original wedding ring.