Okay Carl and I went tubing down the Salt River in Mesa over the weekend. It was a lot of fun. There were a few parts that I could live without, like for example, Carl and I turned a corner on the river and we happend to look over and saw this guy standing in two tubes... Well under the second tube we saw a pair of hands...and there were some movements that I rather not speak of. Now there is a time and a place for everything and that was neither the time nor the place for that activity.
We were on the river for about 4 to 5 hours in these tubes. Now there is a reason why people like myself should NOT be in the sun for extended periods of time. By the time we got home I was a nice shade of pink. It is 3 days later and I am still feeling the sting. I hope that this burn turns at least a little golden but I doubt it.
But in order to get back to our van you have to load onto the camp style buses and a driver takes you back to the parking lot. Well we were fortunate enough to get on a bus with the two dirty birdies from the river. I recognized them but they did not know that we witnessed their actions on the river. Well, we were informed that they had met only a short time earlier on the river. So not only is she a flusy but nasty too.
We were shocked at the fact not only would they be doing that so shortly after meeting but to do that on the river with people going by, disgusting. I think they should have been ticketed, but that is just me.
The monsoons have been too frequent for us to take the kiddies to the pool but hopefully we will get the chance this weekend. This weekend is also my nephew, Lance's 17th birthday party. He wants to go to the Rocky Mountain Horror Picture Show. We will see!
Well it is almost quittin time here home on the range. I am hoping to find the cord to the digital camera and add those pictures as promised.
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