After pulling the buoys this past weekend and looking at the glass calm cold water, that 10-years ago, I would have carved up like a kid in a candy store, but this year took a pass, I took time to look down the lake and do some reflection.
I came to the realization that this was the 35th year of taking buoys out as winter approaches.
We take the buoys out a little sooner now and get them in the water a little later each year.
It was a lake that was laying dormant after being abandoned by a Turnpike Construction Contractor that unwittingly dug it near perfect for a slalom course. Later found by me and two other crazy guys who scraped together all the money we had to bring it to life as our ski site.
The boats and skis have changed a tremendous amount over those years yet the same basic goals are still the same. Have fun, challenge yourself and your friends to get better, and teach the next generation to do the same.
A lot of dirt, stone, and obstacles have been moved and overcome.
The dedication never waivers because it can’t. If it does, it will no longer be.
One of those crazy young guys is in the fight of his life right now and not getting the upper hand. He would trade places in a heartbeat to be out at the lake and scrubbing buoys to hang in the shed.
Enjoy the moment. Take the time to savor what we do and what we sometimes take for granted.
Say a prayer.
We will all be there some day, when we can’t.