...on to tubing! Our destination was River Rage tubing [we were in the Gatlinburg, TN area]. Once there we had to sign paperwork, essentially signing away our lives. We changed, stowed our gear back on the bus and waited for our shuttle to take us to the starting point. Some folks had footwear but not all. It was hard to keep smiling as those of us who were barefooted walked a trail made of stones down to the water… The next challenge was negotiating walking on slippery river rocks. And then we were challenged to get into our tubes and move out in water that was so low that our butts immediately hung up on the rocks! It did take a while to get started for a number of us.
There were at least two other groups tubing with us – one an extended family of teens and older, and another, an Indian or Pakistani family of five. At one time or another some member of a group got in trouble, spilling out of or losing hold of his or her tube. I was struck in all of this, by the way we all worked together as a community, reaching out to help one another. I am however, still wondering about the whereabouts of the Mom in the Indian family…
Sadly, [our own] Barbara took a pretty hard spill and jammed (at the very least) her ring finger. As I write Jay has taken Barbara and Dick to have her checked at a local ER. Bill too, took a pretty nasty chop to his shin after so graciously making sure all of us got going at the starting point. (Later, Fred offered a “refreshing” perspective on the injuries – “Compared to the punctured lung, the brain aneurysm, and the dead ‘hoss’, the events of the day were not bad…”) [These all from earlier travel experiences - first two true to fact, hopefully the horse did not really die!]
[Later I noted in my journal...] (Not all details of the tubing adventures have been recorded herein as there was consensus that “What happens tubing stays with the tubers!”.).
And so it is :-)