Perhaps the last time I was on a jet ski was spring break in 1996 when I went to Lake Havasu with some friends. Maybe it was with my last serious girlfriend when we went to Bear Lake in Utah.
Regardless, it’s been a damn long time, and this needed to be remedied. Lake Mead was only five hours away, and a wild hair came upon my senses one day to rent a jet ski here for the day.
The morning weather is perfect, with puffy white clouds dotting the mountain tops. The temperature was in the 70’s, and shouldn’t get above 85. I walk the pier to its conclusion, get a crash course on Jet ski safety, and next thing I know I’m on the water…..
I cruise on over to the mighty Hoover Dam, (the first of many trips throughout the day) to see this architectural marvel. It gets to me each and every time.
My machine is a power horse, and I race over the open water, hitting a top speed of 73 miles per hour. It’s an exhilarating adrenaline rush.
I fry my skin like bacon in a skillet, red and crispy. I find quiet beaches to drink beer and take short naps. I spend a full eight hours on the waters of Lake Mead exploring every nook and cranny of her landscape.
The long break from being on a Jet ski only solidifies the joy you can find in eventually returning to something you love. I believe there is a life lesson in that somewhere….