13:25L 06 July 2004

Short blog today. Sore from jetsking Sunday. A post or two ago I mentioned reading a book of collected Great Lakes literature. One of the themes found in Great Lakes lit is the ferocity of the storms on the lake and how because they're freshwater they're often underestimated. Those who head out onto the water without a healthy respect for the weather often end up in trouble. My friend and I fancy ourselves extreme jetskiers. We're probably too old to be recognized as such by others, but we live for big air. Sunday provided a southwesterly push and we hand a nice 2 1/2 foot bowl to launch from at times. Usually when others are headed away from the beach, we're on our there. Our most daring trip was one of the last ones of last season...early October, 5-7 foot waves. When sitting on my ski in the trough between peaks, looking back towards shore only revealed the smoke stack of the nearby power plant. You couldn't see the shore, trees or buildings, just sky and the backside of the last wave. When sliding over the peak you could confirm how far from shore or the pier you were. Weather looks like it may offer an opportunity like that later this week, so I'm planning a dip in a tub of ben-gay tonight.

Stuck in my head: Everything in it's right place by Radiohead, from Kid A