Elephant Butte was finished with a boat ride out to the middle of the Lake. Josh swan-dived into the water without hesitation. I was mostly on a boat full of strangers, minus old friends from my 4 month life in Las Cruces in 2005, Judd and Raul.
I didn’t jump in. I probably should have. Instead I filmed and took photos.
I wish I could say jet skis and boats are fun to me. Ever since I can remember, I’ve always wondered why owning a boat and driving jet skis are worth spinal problems, driving them around in water — considering the amount of time it takes to back it into water, drive it onto a trailer, and park it in a high-security storage space… plus all of the maintenance, payments, hangovers that it requires.
That may be square of me to say, but it took more time in the day to do all the in-between shite that boat “fun” requires than to simply just take the boat out to simply look at eachother and have josh and one other guy swim around alone.
Nevertheless, we downed some meaty tacos and bailed to las cruces. Raul made us some incredible, and incredibly spicy tortilla soup. The name doesn’t make sense really, as there aren’t any tortillas in the soup, but plenty of chili and chicken to burn a hole in your bowels. But, man oh man, was it worth the pain.
Elephant Butte was finished with a boat ride out to the middle of the Lake. Josh swan-dived into the water without hesitation. I was on a boat mostly full of strangers, plus old friends from my 4-month life in Las Cruces in 2005, Judd and Raul.
I didn’t jump in. I probably should have. Instead I filmed and took photos.
Ever since I can remember, I’ve wondered how the fun of owning a boat and driving jet skis outweighs the other shtuff… the amount of time it takes to back them into water, drive them onto a trailer, and park them in a high-security storage space… plus all of the maintenance, payments, hangovers that it requires.
But, other people’s boats? Fun enough.
Nevertheless, we downed some meaty tacos and bailed to las cruces. Raul made us some tortilla soup. The name doesn’t make sense really, as there aren’t any tortillas in the soup, but plenty of chili and chicken to burn a hole in your bowels. But, man oh man, it was worth the pain.
Then we went to a hill and took photos of Dan for his website, and later got carried away doing a series of jumping photos by which we created this one, no photoshop required:
