Or… Training Wheel for Water Skis?
Finally, after over a year of campaigning on our part, Findley took his first step on the journey to becoming a water sports enthusiast. He finally sees a benefit to owning a boat aside from getting him into Turtle Swamp in search of the big one.
Findley agreed to attempt tubing. It took some convincing – sitting on a tube behind a moving boat is not something to be undertaken lightly; but once I agreed to ride with him on his virgin voyage, he gave in.
Lucky for Finn, Aunt Laura’s neighbors have the most stable tube ever made. It was un-flippable. Not that we were trying to flip the boy – we want to create a sense of comfort and trust before we dump him in the lake. The ride was not what I would call comfortable, but it was kind of fun – much better than a trip to the dentist, or sitting in traffic on the 401. Findley seemed to be enjoying himself, but was hesitant to let go of the handles. It took a while for him to realize he wouldn’t instantly be ejected from the tube if he let go one hand to wave at the camera on the boat.
Before taking off, Aunt Laura explained the hand and head signals to Finn. Since he didn’t want to let go, he was to nod yes to speed up and shake his head no if he wanted to slow down. The boat was barely on plane when his head started shaking. Slow and steady has always been the motto for my little turtle, but had we gone any slower, the boat would be in reverse… We claimed ignorance, nodding and waving back enthusiastically at his relentless attempt to slow us down.
The experience must have been a success – Finn is asking for a tube of our own for the cottage. We may have to stop at Bass Pro this weekend on our way home from camp. There is a sudden push to get the Shark Tooth out of dry docks and into the water before our August vacation!