A few weekends ago I had the privilege of spending four days with one of my best friends’ and her family at Lake Murray in South Carolina. We had mapped it out, and a six hour drive seemed somehow more bearable than the eight hour drive to Charleston, so I decided to meet them at the lake house by the afternoon— ya know, just in time to get in some afternoon water tubing.
Well, little did I know that this supposed six hour drive would turn into 11 1/2 hours. I would be lying if I didn’t admit to having thoughts of turning around at times. But I stuck with it, and was so glad I did.
We are obsessed, and I mean… obsessed with jet skiing.
Really, “____ skiing” in general.
Shortly after learning to walk I was snow skiing, and it is one of my family’s favorite hobbies to do together.
I also grew up doing some water skiing, which is another sport I thoroughly enjoy… however, I am not nearly as good or daring on the water. There is an exhilarating feeling when you are able to skim the water from one side to the other.
But, jet skiing… talk about an adrenaline rush!
Hillary and I are already dare-devils. When you put us both on a jet ski and hold down the throttle as far as it can go… lets just say we caught some crazy air!
The highlight must have been when I was driving and Hillary was holding onto my life jacket. We were accelerating as fast as we could through the large, choppy water. Hillary and I were screaming at the top of our lungs. I was in the air. Hillary was in the air. The only thing keeping us from flipping that jet ski and being ejected off that machine was the tight grip of my hands glued to those handle bars.
Once we caught our bearings, we couldn’t stop nervously laughing while talking about how exhilarating that moment was.
We spent every spare minute we could on that jet ski doing donuts, water tubing off of it, and catching some air. The rest of the weekend was spent eating yummy Southern food and hanging out with one of my favorite families!