Who are those mer-people under the sea? Drowned lake-goers of Lake Havasu parties past? Or wake boarders who took one too many face plants and were unable to resurface...
My first weekend in Lake Havasu. It must be a rite of passage for true died in the wool SoCal party animals...Imagine the heat, the boat, the water, wake boards, wake skates, donut tubes, coolers of refreshing drinks and everybody stripped down to their bikinis. Its hard to imagine a more relaxing, exciting and dehydrating experience. Jumping off rocks and floating on the noodles in the bath water warm water. We all devolved back to our basic selves, water babies and liquid delight.
And yes, I almost stood up the first time on the wake board, and got up all the times after that. If only I could figure out how to move the darn thing. Biggest air on the donut of the weekend? That would be me...My whole body hurts.
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