Last year Terry took the two older girls with Rusty and his boys tubing down the Virgin River and they had a blast. So this year we wanted to take all our girls. With all the rain we had been getting in July we thought the river would be higher. We were wrong it was very low and hard to float in. After we finally remembered where to go (thanks to Aunt Karen) we started down the river at 5:00 pm. After about 2 mins I knew it wasn't for me and got out. I decided to drive around and wait for everyone at the meeting point at the end. After about 45 mins of waiting I knew that it was going to take forever so I decided to go up and down the road. On my 3rd pass I saw Terry with Jantzyn piggy backing on him and holding 2 of the tubes that had went flat. I picked them up and told him he was a long way from the ending point. We decided we better find everyone else and get them out too. It was starting to get stormy. So I dropped him off and he started walking the river while I went up and down the road again. My next find was Jake and Jadyn (not looking happy at all in their bare feet walking) so
I put them in and we made a couple more passes until we saw the rest of the crew with mud (stinky mud) from head to toe. And now Terry was barefoot and bruised (he lost one croc at a time and got all beat up trying to run up the river to find everyone). Let me just say it was a quiet ride home. But once everyone showered and ate our yummy homemade cafe rio dinner they livened up again. At least we made some memories...right?
