Trippy

A nice trip. And two nice trips.

Highs: the boat. She laughed and leapt, scorning the storm and the yawning waves. Not so fortunate the boat dwellers, but I was fine and loved every moment of it.
Then the mushrooms. Well.. I think it was tantamount to vivid dreaming.

I walked, I looked, I petted dogs, I didn't care as time went by, I ate, I dreamt, I thought. A peaceful trip. An introspective trip. But now I've been relaxed I'm roaring to go. I'm signing up for the next level of wakeboarding. I'm restless and there is blood pounding in my veins.