2017-08-11 Lake Havasu, End of Season
It’s
that time of year again where we head to Lake Havasu for one more ”big hurrah”
before saying goodbye to early morning wakeboarding, attitude adjustments, and
paisties until next summer. This trip
has a mix of Virgin Orbit friends and their family. Best part about this trip is that this is a
multi-boat trip! Trent is one of our
great technicians that work on the Pylon (that’s that part that connect our
rocket to our airplane); he and his new wife brought out their brand-spanking
new wakeboat for its second trip to havasu.
Well it wasn’t brand new, but Trent bought it with like 15 hours of
runtime or some ungodly low number. I’m
pretty sure the guy who sold Trent the boat only took it out for one
weekend. Rich also joined us with his
wife and his Stingray runabout. Rich is
a technician in my group; when he’s out in Mojave with me, it’s good times and
shenanigans.
So while it’s hard to corral 8 people, it’s even harder to
corral 14 people and 3 boats. Luckily,
most of us knew the lake well enough to just meet up at the major hot
spots. Meetup spot #1, the channel. When we finally rolled up blaring our super
loud music, because that is what Rob does in the channel, it was pretty easy to
find Trent’s super sparkly green boat.
Turns out, Trent’s wife has some other friends in town that weekend and
we had a lineup of 5 or 6 boats.
Deciding that there was no point is saving gas, we decided to all
caravan up the lake to the sandbar. Initially
I was worried that the ‘ol Montery with my 5 blade prop wouldn’t be able to
keep up with these guys. Turns out I drive on the water the same way I drive on
a road… as fast as I’m able to.
Lol. But it’s still really fun to
see your friends on other boats while you run up the river.
After a couple of hours at the sandbar, lunch, tossing the
ball around, and making Miles swim 20 miles upstream, we decide that all of our
boats have too much gas and decide that before boating back, we’d take 4 boats
even further up the lake to Red Rock Canyon.
I don’t know if that’s actually what it’s called, but if all of us start
calling it that then that is what it will be called. If that’s the case, I think we should call it
Fried Chicken Canyon because I’m hungry right now and fried chicken sounds
awesome. Fried Chicken Canyon has a no
wake zone that is surrounded by some gorgeous rocks. These are the kind of rocks that get into a vegas
club when Diplo is Dj-ing for Dr.Dre’s only live performance in the last 20
years and the line is wrapped around the casino floor. The kind of gorgeous that would make Bill
Clinton go, daaaaaaaaaym! Anyhow, they
are pretty. Unfortunately, the water
there has a strong current and is a frigid 72 degrees so most of the time, it’s
a quick stop to get in, pee, and get out.
But today we were lucky enough to score a spot on the shoulder to hang
out in shallow water.
SO, in the theme of the summer, wakeboarding has been a
priority for the trip. It’s more
important than fishing, more important than sleeping in, more important than
sleeping in, more important than sleeping in, OH, did I mention that we didn’t
sleep in? Dude, I’m tired just thinking
about it. However, once we are on the
water, all is better, and once we throw the throttle down outside of Thompson
bay, things are exceptional, and once we have that first boarder up out of the
water and the music gets loud, it’s all ear to ear. Yeah, so it’s worth it.
Alan is back at it pulling some heavy line behind the
boat. Seems like he’s found his
signature move; it’s quite a pretty one at that. Lani is on for round 2 and she’s made it her
goal to show up Alan. With the way Alan is progressing, she’ll be hard pressed
to catch up; but then again I’ve never seen Lani bow out of any challenge. Some call it competitive, some call it
stubborn, I call it fun to watch.
On this trip, we have 5 newbies which is a lot of newbies to
try to teach in one morning. Luckily, Trent
comes to the rescue with his boat and takes Steven and his lady, Winnie (there
are two on this trip) on his boat. Now
onto my task, getting Whitney, Winni W. and Holly up on a wakeboard. Luckily, while I’m at the helm, Whitney took
the initiative to snap some photos of the riders at the other end of the
rope. Somebody arrest this girl, cause
she hit gold! You know that feeling when
you’ve been struggling with something and you finally get it? Kinda feels like…. Uh, Uh, whaa, whaaaaa, ooooOOOOOOOH,
holy shit!!!!! What’s going on?!?!?!!
It’s haaaaaaaappennnninnnggggg!!!!
Allow me to show you what that looks like.
With a my job complete, I sat on the back of the boat with
Winni and Miles with a couple fishing rods to bask in the glory of our morning
and look forward so the Alan special for breakfast. Thick cut deli bacon and a pair of sunny side
eggs that could run a marathon. Well, at least that’s what he cooks for me; you
guys can get your own damn eggs!
So after the post breakfast nap, Whitney goes, Ya know, I
just don’t have the space to drink enough beer to get drunk. Enter Mr. Jameson and Ms. Vodka. Together, in holy matrimony, they give birth
to drunk Whitney and drunk Winni. They are both straight A students but have a
knack for getting into trouble. More
importantly, they are Mr.Potatohead (buckets of fun… for everyone).
The whole family and all our friends head to Steamboat for
some afternoon floating fun. Trent meets
us there along with some friends. We
hook up, throw out the floaty noodles, turn up the music, and begin the
relaxing. So many stories to tell here,
and yet there’s nothing really to tell.
Pretty much, it’s just, these are great friends, we’re having a great
time, this place is great, I’m great, it’s all great.
What’s not great is a boatful of hangry people. So to havasu springs we go for the, oh so
fantastic cheese burgers. But we can’t
just eat, can we? Luckily the bar has us
covered with attitude adjustments, or as Whitney calls it “Green Drink” which
later turns into, “No more green drink.”
LOL. So normally, I buy everyone
a round or two of drinks and maybe some nachos and pizza. This trip however, I decide what these people
need is some IIIIIIICEEEEEEE CREEEEAAAAMMMMM.
Here’s how to shop for ice cream: Get Whitney drunk, tell her “Let’s go
buy some ice cream” and then let her loose in the freezer section of Havasu
springs. I don’t know what we bought,
but we both walked out with literal armfuls of ice cream. Ice cream sammiches, push pops, fudgesicles,
ice cream snicker bars, drumsticks… get the picture? The 6 year old version of Whitney and I would
be soooooooo jealous of us.
Thanks to everyone for such a fantastic trip, and two my two
over-sized dice for producing so many rounds of scintillating games of
seven-eleven-doubles and for the roof of our Airbnb for being so well placed
for jumping into our pool. Till next
season havasu. Till next season.