Sittin' on the dock of the bay
Some of the fondest memories from my childhood revolve around water skiing and the trips I’d take with my family to Lake Mead and Lake Powell. Sometimes we’d houseboat, other times we’d stay at the Desert Inn in Las Vegas and drive out to Mead every morning. We’d spend the day sunning and skiing, then drive back and stroll into the casino burnt and blown from the day, shower, sleep and do it all over again the next morning. We’d always go with the same family which was an extended part of our own and last year I got the opportunity to take Elle with me on a mini-trip to their competition lake outside of town. At one point I was skiing behind the boat watching Elle sit between the two people who taught me how to ski when I was her age-it was magical. She was pretty scared to get on the boat, but after some tender coaching she agreed and ended up loving it. Maybe this year, we’ll get her up on skis. Baby steps.
Elle and her muddy "dock art"
Collecting shells
Elle's first ski boat ride. Rocky at first, but a thumbs up in the end.
35 years, 2 kids, still got it!
A graceful finish
Pooped
Why did this make me cry? Memories like this make all the hard days worth it. You are one hot mama and your girls are lucky to have you. Gorgeous pics!
Fun! You’re one brave woman…
Thank you for sharing your happy memory making. I enjoyed my visit to your lovely blog. I am a new subscriber 🙂 Hugs!