As soon as I heard we were moving to Fort Rucker, summertime tubing was the FIRST thing that came to my mind. Yep, even before family. I've spent a lot of time with family since high school, but my life has been lacking in tubing time. Those of you that have been...back me up...it really IS one of the best pastimes on Earth. Am I right or am I right?
Originally, I thought we'd have to go all the way to Blackwater River or Marianna, but the boys are AWESOME and found the Choctawhatchee River runs right by us. They are so good that they planned rides to and from, scouted the river, Will called the Game Warden to assure us we weren't going to be eaten by gators, and we got REAL tubes from an 18 wheeler dealer. All I had to do was mention that I wanted to go, and the next thing I knew...
It was the first time we outnumbered the boys, and only one of us cried the whole day! I'm going to plead the fifth on who was the one to cry...it happens. I will say that no one saw said tears, and I, I mean 'she' was bleeding at the time. You would be right to assume that alcohol was involved, and dingdingding, I'm NOT pregnant!
While we sipped our beverages and took lots of #selfies, the boys bungee corded our convoy together. It was toolegittoquit with eight tubes, a floating couch to hold our dry stuff, and three coolers full of booze. We were livin' large on our redneck barge.
We all agreed that the best part of the whole day was the rope swing we came across, and it basically appeared out of nowhere like a gift from the man upstairs. Sure, we could have died in the shallow water, but it would have been soooo worth it.
I know, Will's backflip was more exciting, but he was Captain of our barge and had to show us all how it was done. Captain, Oh My Captain...lead us to more fun.
After four hours, we came to a bridge that wasn't the best stopping point, but we all knew that it was time to call it a day. We had another six miles to the next bridge, and six more miles floating lazily down the river would have taken far too long. We called our ride, hoped he could find us, and found ways to kill time. Will and I happened to take a 'walk' in the woods, which is where I got most of my bug bites, but it was so worth it. I'll never forget that 'walk', although I'll leave that part out when I tell this story to the grandkids. Either way, we came back in perfect timing to catch our ride and call it a day.
Technically, we all came home with massive bumps, bruises, bug bites, and hangovers, but there were no ER visits, zero lost phones-keys-wallets, and our ride managed to find us in the middle of nowhere with beer to spare, so I call it a win. Let's just say, we all agree that we will wait a bit before going again. Our livers and bodies in general need a break.