back toward the bridge and filled our jetskis up to the brim with gas. Immediately after, we bolted right back to where the waves were. As soon as we returned to our favorite riding spot we started jumping the waves again. This time around, we were getting as high as about ten feet in the air. About an hour into our second run at the Hook, Jared remembered something, something important. He opened up the little compartment on his ski and took out his waterproof camera. We took several dozen pictures that entire day. My favorite one was one Jared took of me. It was a picture of me launching off of a wave at about forty miles per hour, getting about eight feet in the air, and jumping off of the jetski. That awesome shot is hanging on my bedroom wall right now.After taking a good beating from the waves, which definitely wears you out, we would just chill for about a half-hour on the beach. Then, getting bored of just sitting there, we went right back out into the surf. We spent the whole day at the Hook. We must have filled our gas tanks up at least three or four times throughout the course of the day. Around five o'clock in the afternoon we felt it was time to start heading back to the marina. We headed into the channel, and to make a great day perfect saw the Sea Streak ferry returning from the city. This boat goes about fifty-five miles per hour and puts out a huge wake, which is perfect for jumping. Just to keep up with that boat takes up a lot of energy, but once you go off the lip of its wake its likewell nothing, because there is no other felling like it. We followed the ferry all the way inland until it docked in Atlantic Highlands. After that, home was our next destination.We went back under the Sandy Hook Bridge and passed The Quay and McCloone's once again. The Channel Club building was in near site now. Just about a half-mile or so to go and we were home free. Then a marine cop pulled us over. That just en...
