Waterskiing, part II

... in which our protagonist hydroplanes.

This year, waterskiing is a big hit at the cottage.

We picked up a pair of trainer/kid skis at Crappy Tire (which isn't very crappy, so I don't know why we call it that. *puzzle*) in the hopes that the wee lad and the princess would give it a shot. They are short skis with deep rear blades, and they have a string which keeps the skis together at the back.

So far, the princess is NOT SURE about this whole waterskiing thing. She'd rather ride in the bow of the boat like a little diva.

The wee lad, though? He's all over it like a fat kid on a Smartie.

He's made several attempts to get up on the skis, and he is so close.

He's nervous though, and just as he pulls out of the water and the resistance drops, he pulls on the tow line, his feet shoot out from under him, and SPLOOSH, down he goes.

But this time, finally, he was able to get up and managed to travel about 25 metres before...

the line went slack briefly and he lost his balance and fell.

That one semi-successful attempt has fueled his passion though.

He's dying to get out there and try it again.

Waa---oooooohhhh ....

Wuhhhhhh....

SPLOOSH!

He's usually good for 3 or 4 attempts before he gets frustrated and wants to stop, but that only lasts for a couple of hours then he's itching to get out and try it again.

His dad is every bit as keen.

He just needs to rope someone who is NOT ME into driving That Damned Boat ™.

So he can make a splashy entrance.