We rent the tubes, tie them to the car and drive upstream a couple of miles. After much tooing and froing alot, we get launched in the cool, but refreshing, water. It's a hoot! The river is low and doesn't move fast enough to be exhilarating or scary...but it's great fun. We invent a new Olympic sport of syncro tubing!
The trip takes a litle over an hour...we hit one tiny, tiny, tiny little bit of white water and get appropriately soaked.
We spot Gigantor ahead on the bank and work our way over to that side of the river and climb out. A resort worker then takes you back to your car to bring it home.
Rick has been trying to get out fishing...a new hobby which he took very seriously last winter in The Keys. I settle in to read a book while staring at the river and Rick plants his chair in the water.I'm thinking maybe we won't be having ribs tonight, but freshly caught fish...we grill the ribs and watch another DVD.
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