I just hit the water this morning with my bud Steve and it was COLD! Skiing Boyd Lake is a blast on a Tuesday morning because the water is almost glass and only a smattering of fisherman drift on the fringes and in the coves. At almost 35, I’m still learning how to ski. This was my best day yet crossing the wake and getting more comfortable. My last 5 vertebrae are still sore from when I bit it 2 weeks ago trying to get up on a slalom and folded backwards like an accordion. We’ll hit it again Thursday and hopefully stave off paralysis. I also realized that the reason I feel like I have been in a UFC cage fight is because I am not very good at water skiing.