LP 2

Back in September I was sitting at my desk randomly shuffling papers so I would appear to be busy, when the email came in. LP1 in the spring was such a success, it was time for a repeat and Lake Powell 2 began to take shape. Within just a couple weeks, we were driving across the hot Nevada desert en route to a weekend that will never be forgotten. Since my vacation at work was dwindling down, I showed up for just the last 3 days of the trip. Given my short time there, I knew I would have to go big every chance I got while on the houseboat which was nestled deep in West Canyon.

It was the last day of the trip and my fatigued body was ready for just a little more. We decided to take the foam boards out and see what kind of trouble we could get ourselves into. After getting pretty comfortable standing on the small bogey boards, I decided that I wouldn't hold anything back and attempt to swap boards out with the guy next to me. As the waverunner started to go, my heart pounded as I jumped over to the adjacent board. My chin made it to the board first and quickly connected with something hard. Blood oozed out of my chin as the waverunner pulled around to assess the damage. The gash on my chin merited a visit back to the houseboat to see what could be done about the battle wound.


It would need stitches, but it wasn't deep enough to have to deal with immediately. The silver fox (proud inventor of the houseboat broat) slapped a couple butterflies on the flesh wound and we were wakeboarding within a half hour. The boat was so full that the hull wouldn't plane. As a result, the boat was kicking up a massive wake where catching big air was inevitable. I was enjoying my seat in the boat with a camera in one hand and a paper towel in the other hand to catch drippings from my constantly oozing chin. Our last night at the lake was approaching soon, so it was time to once again not hold anything back. I wiped one last drip of blood from my chin and jumped in the lake with wakeboard in hand.

The wake was snarling and I was catching some pretty good air. I've never had such a perfect ride with such a nice wake before, so I decided to do a backflip and land fakie. I cut as far outside as the rope would let me and headed straight for wake as fast as I could. I hit the wake off balance and knew right away the landing was going to be impressive to the spectators, but not for me. I landed toe first in the glassy water and as a result, the wakeboard connected with the back of my head.

Instantly, I put my hand back where the pain was and my finger could fit in the gash the wakeboard had inflicted on my head. It was about 2 hours after the first damage control was done, and once again, we were rushing back to the houseboat to see if the silver fox could do anything for my now plural open wounds.

Since it was our last night on the lake and it would have been a 2 hour ride back to the marina, we decided I would just ice my head, stick a towel on it, and get it stitched in town the next day.


I ended up getting 6 stitches in the chin and 14 in the head. The battle wounds are now just proof I didn't hold anything back and LP 2 was a huge success.