Stuck in the mud together

When put in a tough spot, people react differently. Some panic and make matters worse, some remain calm and search for a solution, and others resign in defeat. The first and third reactions delay success. It’s the ones who remain calm, stay focused and work hard who get out of the tough spot the quickest. I typically transition between the three reactions based on how challenging the situation is. Luckily, my boyfriend is one of the ones who’s resourceful, persistent and doesn’t waste time panicking. However, when Friday’s dilemma ensued, all bets were off.

I went to visit him for the weekend. He and his brother purchased two jet-skies a month or two prior, and we planned to take them out Friday afternoon. The weather was hot and sunny, and we knew the lake would provide the relief we desperately needed. After filling them up at a gas station, we cruised down the road toward the lake. Being an excellent driver, he backed the trailer into the lake just enough so I could board my jet-ski and hold onto the other while he parked. Holding onto a jet-ski while holding onto the dock was no small task – my arms were fully extended. The wind produced small waves that made it crucial for me to hold on for dear life so I didn’t float away with both jet-skis.


When he returned and jumped on his jet-ski, we took off around the lake. The waves were very active that afternoon. Traveling at high speed, crashing into oncoming waves was exhilarating. Every time I hit a wave and was air-bound for a few seconds, I screamed! This was only the second time I’d been on a jet-ski. The first was several weeks before when we shared one jet-ski and ventured up the river that was connected to the lake. After cruising the lake, we decided to revisit the river.

We took off in that direction, crossing under the bridge, when out of the corner of my eye I saw him stop. Immediately, I slowed down and turned off my jet-ski. What’s wrong? He informed me that he couldn’t move. What do you mean you can’t move? He said he was stuck on something. About a minute later, we discovered both jet-skis were stuck in mud. After he dismounted to check his jet-ski, I did the same. The moment my foot touched the water it sunk about 6-8 inches into the mud. At this point, I started panicking. I looked around. We weren’t close to land and there was no way anyone on a boat could help because then they’d be stuck too. We were totally alone.

The only thing we could do was start pushing. To no one’s surprise, the jet-skis were not light and the mud was not quick to loosen its grip. I felt like I was standing in quick sand. The mud was slippery, which made staying upright difficult. For the next hour we pushed. At some point, my boyfriend walked back toward the bridge to see how far the mud extended. Let’s just say it was more than 50 feet. Once he got his jet-ski far enough, he came back to help me – the one truly struggling. I’d never felt so weak. My arms and legs were burning, and I felt out of breath and exhausted. Having two people push one jet-ski was a lot easier. Once we got far enough he checked the bottoms for mud and told me to start mine – it worked. I waited as he started his, it also worked. There was a huge sigh of relief from both of us.

We took off toward the dock and loaded the jet-skis onto the trailer. With remnants of mud and lake water stuck to our swimsuits, we returned to the house and jumped in the shower to wash off the horrendous afternoon. Exhaustion did not even begin to describe how we felt. We were relieved it was over, but upset it happened in the first place. We never should’ve gone up the river. We should’ve stayed on the lake. Then he said something that made me smile, “You know, this means we can get through anything together.” 


Distinguishing awe moments

After watching me whip out my phone to snap photos of beautiful landscapes, my boyfriend and I discussed getting me a real camera – a Sony Cybershot. When I opened it, I was surprised by the size – very small and easy to carry. Since he gave it to me before Christmas, I used it to photograph a Trans-Siberian Orchestra concert and Christmas Eve and Day/my birthday.

“The sky is an infinite movie to me, I never get tired of looking at what’s happening up there.” – K.D. Lang, Canadian singer/songwriter

My camera is great – don’t get me wrong – but sometimes I still whip out my iPhone for quick photos of a sunset or captivating sky. After celebrating Christmas in OP, I drove back with my boyfriend to stay a week at his place. This afternoon we drove to a nearby town to return a Redbox DVD, and on our way back I suggested we stop at Lake Perry to see the sunset. We pulled into a camping ground next to the lake, and I walked closer to get a better angle. However, the sun’s intense glare prevented a worthy photo, so I returned to the truck in defeat.

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After we left, he took a surprising turn and drove us through a neighborhood I’d never seen before – He wouldn’t tell me where we were going. After 15 minutes, he pulled onto a small path alongside the lake – Only this time we were on the opposite side. The sun was still setting, so I seized the opportunity for a better photo and jumped out of the car. I got in several shots before caving to the harsh winds and darting back to the truck. I realized in that moment how lucky I was to be with someone who encouraged my love of capturing gorgeous landscapes.

After doing some minor editing and cropping, I saw true beauty in my photos – The way the setting sun illuminates the lake, the ripples that move effortlessly through the water, the wispiness of the cirrus clouds and the detail of each branch. I hope more breathtaking sunsets like this occur when I have my camera with me.