My favorite way to ski was in rougher water. My dad had a very willing friend in a fast (for then) Highliner. He'd tow me until I dropped. From Pitchwood or the Neck, out and around Rattlesnake, and back again. He'd plow through the Doris and Sophie wakes whenever he could, onward to cruiser wakes, and through the rougher areas of the broads.
I wasn't even aware of the new age of finicky, calm-water perfect wake skiers until the 90's. Gave me lots more skiing time, as they waited for pristine calmer waters
