It had been almost fifty-years since I had been to the Lake Corpus Christi State Park. It isn't all that far from Rockport. It is a beautiful park and setting. We were there two nights with the Albin family. Thoroughly enjoyed the visit. It reminded me of my first visit and my first and last attempt at water-skiing. I had watched others and it didn't appear all that hard. When it came my turn I just couldn't straighten my body up. I stayed in a sitting position and hung on as hundreds of gallons of water pummeled me and filled my face and mouth and nose. I didn't want to turn loose and fail on my first try but the other way wasn't working. Finally I admitted defeat and hit the water full force. My evaluation of it all was that it really wasn't much fun, at least not the way I was trying. I think that ended my career as a water skier. I really haven't minded. I think we visited the place yesterday of my failure. I thought I heard the waters laughing as they lapped up to the shore."The flood would have engulfed us.The torrent would have swept over us. The raging waters would have swept us away. We have escaped like a bird out of the fowler's snare." Psalm 124: 4-7