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Thoughts and musings of a mom

Row, row, row your boat

on August 19, 2013

Last week my family decided for the second year in a row to go tubing down one of our province’s lovely rivers. Basically you rent a tube from one of the tubing outfits and they drive you to a certain location by the river and let you go. There are signs at the end of your run indicating where you are to get out of the river and someone is there to help you get back to your vehicle and load off the tube.

Last summer when we went in mid-August, the river was fairly low due to the lack of rain we had received in the weeks previous, and so therefore we had to walk through some of the river whenever we got stuck. Of course, my husband, being the prince that he is, hauled his princess (me) and her big tube, over many of the low spots so that she wouldn’t have to take her goddess-like body out of her tube and break a sweat.

That was not the case this summer. In fact, the company that we had chosen to rent from had closed the day before because the river was too high. It had lowered considerably, but what was typically a 3 hour run was now being done in 1.5 hours. It wasn’t going to feel like a fair ride after you had just eaten 3 candied apples and a bag of cotton candy, but it was definitely going to be quicker than our first trip.

As we were tenderly trying to settle our backsides into the tubes, we were numbing our toes as the water was very cold. Of course, that was completely forgotten by me as I watched my sister flip/fly her body end for end over her tube. I admit it, I laughed, but quickly stifled it as she rose back out of the water and I saw the look on her face. She had a look of fear, having quickly seen her life flash right in front of her eyes. I felt bad for her, but also knew she could break my knees if she felt like it.

So after we finally all got settled and were going down the river, and my sister’s breathing returned to normal, we decided to all join up together. Initially we had only 2 or 3 of us attached together with bungee cords or rope on our tubes, but then thought it would be a great idea if we connected all seven of us together. My husband kept us all lassoed together, like a cowboy trying to herd cattle. Or a dog walker walking down the street. Or a preschool teacher taking the class on a field trip. You get the picture.

You know how something seems like a really good idea at the time and then later, well, you know, it’s like, not so much? So we were gently sailing down the river, when we came upon a big old dead tree sitting there, minding its own business. But something seemed foreboding about that big old dead tree. Hmmm, could it have been the deflated inner tube hanging from one of its branches and no other signs of life?

So, my husband, like in a bad movie which goes directly to DVD, yelled out, “Look at what happened to the last guy going down the river!” Foreshadowing, I tell you. Immediately, my daughter became caught in some low-hanging branches and I had to try to get her from the clutches of the tree. At the same time, my husband got stuck in the tree as well. We were all yelling at him to let go of the ropes because we were (honestly) afraid he was concentrating too hard on keeping us all together. He thought we are not as concerned for his safety as we should have been. Then he flipped off the tube, and went under. All I could see was his crazy knock-off Tilley hat floating in the water. I was inwardly panicking. He reappeared and held onto the tree, and then lost the tube while trying to get back on it.

Finally he somehow got ahold of his tube, and floated for a little bit on this stomach. He then managed to turn himself over onto his tube so that he could relax and actually lay on it. We continued down the river all connected together, and enjoyed the rest of our ride, almost disappointed that the ride was going to be shorter because of the high waters. Some may say we laughed in the face of danger that day. Personally I almost peed my pants giggling at times.

Although my daughter shook for a good portion of the trip (the other one was hanging out the side of the tube and we had to constantly remind her to sit down), she still wants to go again next year. Only next year, the water will be a little lower than this year. And a bit higher than the year before. This princess can’t handle too much stress while on vacation.


2 responses to “Row, row, row your boat

  1. Amy says:

    hahaha! “she could break my knees if she felt like it.” 🙂
    You make me laugh!

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