Personal Narrative On Motorhome

The sun beats into the motorhome, awaking me the morning of June 30th. It was a little brisk in the air conditioned motorhome, but that all changed when I stepped outside and was hit with the intense blast of hot dessert air. All that i could thing about was jumping into the cool water of Lake Havasu. I wake up my friend Reese, grab the jet ski keys and hop in the golf cart. We drive down the rows of motorhomes until you approach the dirt road that takes you down to the beach with all the boats. We pull up and see that the water level has dropped and it takes both of us to get the jet skis off the beach. We hop on and start to idle out of the Islander’s cove. As soon as you pass the peninsula protecting the cove from and wind or waves it opens up into
We idle over to the beach where my dad is waiting and takes control to drive us to a cove to hang out for a while. Reese’s dad pulls in and has the idea to cruise up to Topock, about a 25 min ride, so we pull the anchor and set off. The drive up was pretty uneventful with the motor purring along at about 50 mph and the water nothing but chop with the occasional wake from a passing boat. We pulled into Topocks cove at about 4:15 and had some food and swam in their pool for a while. When we left Reese decided to go on his boat to drive and I would drive mine. We set off at a normal pace with a little wind and some small chop, it was dying off as we pulled into the no wake part of the river. As the no wake zone ended the sun was starting to set and the wind had died off completely leaving the orange glow on water that was as smooth as glass. When the sun completely sets in Havasu bats start flying over the lake, so we were determined to get back before dark. we were still a good 15 min, at normal speeds, from the Islander. As we were idling toward the no wake buoys, I could see it in Reese’s expression that this would be a