missing the water

On the drive back from districts I was passing Silver lake on 88, which got me to thinking about water and how much I miss being on the Tique. I spent a vast majority of my 20s weekends hacking & poaching single track on the mtb and ripping it up on the water. Ah the thrill of a 60 mph pull on glass @ 28 off and launching off a big wake on the board where you feel the pop when you hit it just right. Its a rush that tingles and you feel like a God. And the agony of defeat when something goes wrong as those crashes on the water frickin' hurt........ah the eye lid peelers were all too familiar, but its that adrenaline rush that brings you back for more.