My two oldest boys took The Island, that large, round raft we have, out to sea the other day. There weren’t any hovering, camera-adoring ladies nearby this time, and the waves were a little larger than they often are at this particular beach, so I was able to get some entertaining shots this time around.
There’s LCB pulling our eldest out far enough for a decent ride back in to shore.
The challenge, given the slippery nature of the contraption, is to stay atop the bull for the eight-second minimum.
In this regard, the son often outdoes the father.
‘Course, some of that might be intentional.