Every summer Justin and his Dad tube down the river that runs behind his parent’s house. Because I’m not a good swimmer (and because in the eight years we’ve lived here I’ve usually been pregnant or had a young baby) I never joined them. It was in the 90’s yesterday so we got a babysitter, found me a life jacket to ease my mind and spent the afternoon on the river.
All these years Justin’s been telling me how safe the river is, that he’s never fallen off, and that in most parts you can touch the river bottom if you stand up. Wouldn’t you know it, the current pushed Justin into a rock wall and he flipped off his tube – in water he couldn’t stand in.
Because of all the flooding this year there was quite a bit of fallen trees to maneuver around. While Justin was asking someone where we were he punctured his tube on a tree limb sticking out of the water. That put an immediate end to our tubing trip but thankfully, we within 20 feet of our ending destination.
I was surprised how beautiful it was (unfortunately, I left the water camera in the car so no pictures.) For the most part it was peaceful and serine. I did learn that it’s better to not speak with anyone you run across along the river as they are either completely wasted or have indecent propositions to make. Aside from that it really was a great afternoon and I’m hoping we can find time to go down again sometime this summer.