My name is Zoe, and have lived in the Okanagan my whole life. I’ve had my share of weird experiences, from earth worms crawling up from the carpets in my old house to the unplugged vacuum turning itself on and off, but I’ll leave those stories for another day. I’ll start off my saying this story belongs to my uncle, Brad, when he was still a kid. When he first told this to me, it made me shiver, and it honestly still does. I apologize in advance for how short this may be.
My uncle had grown up in a big house with his parents and four siblings, right on the beach and with a beautiful view of the Okanagan lake. They basically grew up in the water. Every time it stormed, my uncle would get his brother and sisters and they would all head out to the lake for some swimming. This time, however, Brad decided he wanted to try out water skiing during a storm. Their mother, Nancy, decided it would be a fun thing to try and offered to drive the boat while Brad was on the skis.