Oh The Memories
I love all the water ski stories. My favorite memory is skiing though the Black Cat bridge. We always skied around Black Cat, then one year they built the bridge. When my father took us to Center Harbor, one of us would ski over and the other ski back. Well my brother skied over and as we can back it was getting dark. As we approached the bridge, I was expecting my father to stop and pick me up. He just kept going, so I tried to stay straight behind the boat.On we went, right through. Unfortunately the MP was sitting on the other side of the bridge. He was not amused. He let us go after he yelled at us for awhile. He seemed more upset that it was almost dark, then the fact we had come through the bridge.
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