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

the water. 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. 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. On your first jump you feel in control, the board is responding well and it at your mercy. You take slow cuts, fast cut, hard cuts, soft cuts, still the board remains loyal, yet forgiving you and letting you slide out of your little mistakes.

Its mornings like this Monday morning that makes you love wakeboarding. It's not about money or podium finishes, it's about style, insanity, finesse, raw power, and personal expression.

As you climb in the boat you exhausted, but you just had the most stellar ride of your life. Yet, you stay modest and tell the driver, " Hey thanks for the pull". He said "no problem nice ride." And you said, "thanks". Well it you friends turn. You shout some words of encouragement. Then he is up and on

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Grand Lake, , lake morning,
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