We trailered the skis into the lake which is always interesting. I absolutely cannot back a trailer so that fun always falls on Kelly. He's pretty good at it but yesterday we had a bigger vehicle than usual and it was much harder to see out of. Still, he did a nice job.
We got both skis in the lake and, despite it being close to 7 at that point, we decided to go riding a bit and then head in for dinner. I was riding Kelly's ski and he was on mine. We hadn't been riding too long when I shut his off so I could talk to him. That was fine. The problem came when I turned it back on and it wouldn't start. We'd had a little problem like this when we were on dry land but we thought we had resolved it. Apparently not.
Last summer, my ski died on Kelly when he was taking his son for a ride. Unfortunately, he learned the hard way then that it is very difficult to tow a jet ski without tipping it over. So, yesterday, he tried towing me a little bit and it was indeed going to be difficult at best. That is when Kelly had a wonderful idea.
He went ashore and got a paddle for me. So, I ended up paddling back to shore.
Like I said, I have always wanted a kayak. I just maybe didn't want one that weighs 400 or so pounds!