"Try leaning back a little so you don't get pulled forward."
Being a trusting daughter, I complied. Grandpa started the engine, I got halfway out of the water and threw my weight back. I got a swimsuit wedgie so sever that the thought of it still makes me clench my rump in pain.
All was not lost. I learned a few things from that experience: 1). Even parents can be wrong and 2). I decided skiing was not my forte. Maybe someday I'll give it another try but for now, I'll just watch.
They skied by on one ski, no skies, doing the splits, going backwards, sliding along their backsides . . . there wasn't much they wouldn't do.
Evelyn especially enjoyed when the teams flew by. It looked like they were full grown women but when they skidded onto shore, they were all little tween girls. All except one. She was just a really small, older lady. I had a bit of a deja vu moment--I was sure I'd seen her in the circus or at a fair or something. Carney, you know.
They made it look so easy! Yes, the girls were tiny but the men genuinely were stout.
In-air spilts while skiing? Uh, no thanks.
This team of girls was pretty impressive. They were all in sync in every move while maintaining smiles large enough to rival beauty pageant contestants.
The second group did better. A lot better.
They started out in two pyramids and while skiing climbed into one big one. Wow.
This poor guy had to embarrass himself the entire evening as the obnoxious host. At least he didn't seem to mind. I just hope he was getting paid though I believe he proudly announced that everyone was a volunteer. Hmm . . .