Descriptive Essay
It's a sunny Monday morning on Grand Lake no one is on the lake. The water is completely com not a soul besides you and you buddies breathing. Your friends are there with you but not a word is said its just complete silence on this majestic Monday morning. The boat is full of gas and the boards are ready to go. The whole world is at total peace and you feel as if there are only three people alive while the moon and sunlight mix and cause dawn. You just can't wait to be the first to shatter the unbroken sheet of glass that covers the lake this morning. The way warm water feels against your cold skin. Then the brisk morning air feels against your wet skin. You remember you have to be at work at nine but you don't care because right now you are free and enjoying life in nature. The time has come and the silence has been broken it your turn to ride. It is your luck that I get to christen the lake this morning. You take you first cut as you look down and see your reflection, only to break it by running your finger across
This day is why god let there be wakeboarding. The next pass through when you garbed that 360 your heart jumped as you pumped your fist in the air congratulating your self on your achievement. You shout some words of encouragement. As you look up to the sky you see the sun taking over the sky as the moon and the stars retreat and recuperate and get ready for the evening battle. Your ready and warmed up now everything is flowing the right way its time to find you first backroll. The music of Sublime softly mixed with the wind and engine noise only motivates you. You could tell by the far off look in everyone's eyes on this god given morning that it was going to be a day that would never be duplicated. Your min is still an concentrated, your heart starts beating faster than a rabbit at a dog race, then you load the edge of your board with all your weight, when you hit the wake you throw your feet and lead with your eyes. This is what wakeboarding is all about. The longer you ride the more aggressive you get taking each air further and further out into the flats. You look down and see your board that is yellow in color, as you carve the wake you watch rays of gold sun light beam through spray. It's not about money or podium finishes, it's about style, insanity, finesse, raw power, and personal expression.
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