Vroom! Sounded the engine on the boat as it charged through the crashing waves with music blasting through the speakers. As this trip was my first time going to Smith Mountain Lake, I had no idea what to expect. I could just tell that it would be an amazing trip as I relaxed in the back of the boat. Out of all the exciting accomplishments that I achieved at Smith Mountain Lake, I enjoyed my vacation time the most while I was wakeboarding across the choppy water, jetskiing at blinding speeds, and fishing underneath the warm afternoon sun.
Extending my legs, I shot off of the rippling water into the air and started to spin because I committed myself to doing a one-eighty for the first time. I had loads of fun, gliding across the open water with my hair blowing back and the wind in my face. When I started, I received many hard hits from wiping out, but I caught on quickly. Flying like a bee off the wake of the boat, I attempted a one-eighty and landed perfectly. As I swept back and forth behind the boat, an incoming wave was approaching as fast as a racehorse and I did not have time to decide whether or not I should hit it. I bent my legs, rocketed of the wave and shot up into the air over four feet high! My legs were aching and my arms were sore, but I knew I had to try one more trick, just one. I bent my legs again and extended them while I spun like a top and rotated three hundred sixty degrees! I had a good hold on the swaying rope, but I was off balance. I slammed into the water and slowly rose to the surface to tell the driver I was okay. I had seen many jet skiers out on the lake, and I knew that I had to join them. .
Mounting the jetski, I turned the key on and hammered the throttle. the speedometer climbed higher and higher, fifty, sixty, seventy miles an hour! I was flying across the crystal clear water, and I suddenly realized I was heading straight towards a shallow section of the lake.
