runnin on empty
A late night and most of a bottle of 1792 assured that an early morning boat outing would be postponed.
I woke up, mowed the yard, and settled on the couch to watch the tail end of the 1980's classic Three O'Clock High, which has a pretty realistic fight scene between Jerry Mitchell and Buddy Rivell - sloppy, lots of wrestling and punching mixed in.
Andy showed up at 2:30, boat in tow. Steanso bailed. Pea decided to join us, despite some misgivings.
Andy is part owner of a 2003 Air Nautique. It's a helluva boat - 23 feet long, 350 cubic inch engine mounted in the back - a lot like this one, but with lots of speakers, lots of blue, red and white party lights.
We put in at hula hut, and were in the water by 4:00 in the pm. We had lots of fun, listened to some tunes. took a two hour cruise up north - we passed the 360 bridge, sandra bullock's estate, and saw wild turkeys fly over the river. we got far enough north for calm waters, and i tried on the wake board for the first time in 5 years. I was marginally successful, getting up every time, but landing any jumps was a bit of a challenge. the boards have come a long way since the skurfer i learned on. They are a lot lighter and easier to get out of the water, but the lack the stability of the three fin in the back system of the old skurfer. that, plus the elevated rope tie in that Andy's boat has, and suddenly i'm up in the air higher and without nearly as much effort. the downside, at least for me, is that the new boards are double sided and only have one fin on each end. this allows for reversals, but also takes away some of that stability you got for the skurfer. so, on my first attempt at a big jump, i landed face first, knocking my eyeballs to the back of my skull. i got back on the horse a few times, and finally got my feet under me, but the cold water and the fact that i hadn't been pulled behind a boat in 5 years made me pretty tired. i attempted no more big jumps. perhaps a few more trips, and i'll be jumping high and hurting myself again.
At 7:00, i realized we were far from home, and needed to head back. i had plans to see the band of horses, and mandy needed to get ready for vacation. Andy decided to wakeboard home. as i was driving, a sputter. sputter. cough. cough. engine cessation. andy fell down. what's wrong, he asked. i think the engine is messed up. no, were you doing anything weird with the throttle? not unless pushing to go faster and pulling it to slow down is weird...i think you're out of gas. no, the gauge says full. well, dude, i think you're out of gas.
as we floated closer and closer to the rocks, we discovered that we had no gas, we had no reserve gas tank, and only a $1000 ski to use as am oar. so i jumped into the cold, cold water and swam the boat out to the middle. andy opened a beer, mandy flagged down a jet skiier. the jet skier came by, only to have her jet ski die. i pushed her away from the rocks, and finally a family pulled up, and towed the jet ski to her friends, and began a 45 minute tow for us to the Lake Austin Estates. Though the fella on the dock at Lake Austin Estate (LAE) claimed to have been the original DJ for MTV, and the best Dj in Colorado (yeah, i know) I got feelings of Hills Have Eyes. Having given the last of my cash to the towing family, we were without funds with which to pay for the gas offered by the LAE-ers. I called JackBart to come pick us up. JackBart gets the "Friend of the week" award. JackBart loves an adventure, and is always willing to pick up or deliver people at any odd time (at 9 at night at the LAE dock, or 4 in the morning to the airport, for example). We owe him dinner, at least. Thanks, JackBart.
Andy and Rami took the boat in, but we have yet to hear from them, despite a few calls. We hope they are ok.
We got home at 10. On the plus side, we saw lots of owls at the dock. which i love.
We leave for a fishing/hiking trip to Colorado tomorrow. I need a book to read. I am on a run of good books lately, and i welcome your suggestions. The last few books i have read are:
All The King's Men by Robert Warren
Generation X by Douglas Coupland
Already Dead by Charlie Huston
Day of the Locust by Nathaniel West
Cryptonomicon by Neal Stephenson
The Crossing by Cormac McCarthy
What should I read on this trip? The front runner right now is the last in Cormac's border trilogy.
i thought i hurt getting up sunday. i certainly felt 32 this morning. all those parts of my body that aren't used to getting pulled were screaming at me.