The Waterskiing resurrection

Teri has been "patiently encouraging" me to post these pictures of our waterskiing outing this past weekend. A friend of ours recently bought a house south of Omaha in a private community with lakefront houses. They invited us to go waterskiing for the evening on Friday. Here is the "barometer of fun" - Wynn's smile. (And the matted hair.)

Here is another "barometer of fun" - self portraits. As always, there must be a self portrait. It is a good one isn't it?

Jett acted as the flagger. He wasn't kept very busy until I tried to ski, which is in the next picture.

I can waterski on two skis really well. And I can drop one ski. But I have never been able to get up on one ski and slalom. But I tried and succeeded. But this isn't the time I succeeded. Here, I was in the process of going down into a watery grave.

But the next time, I came up out of the water and finally got up. It was like a "waterskiing resurrection."

And here I am crossing the wake and cutting some sweet roostertails. Well, at least crossing the wake.

Here is Teri and Rook being happy as always.

And Cannon with his wind-swept hair and his beach-bum-blond hair.

Towards the end of the evening, everybody jumped in the boat and went for a ride - even Crew. I think he had a blast because he didn't cry once.