It is possible that I have the strongest toes in the world. At least I should do, after Tuesday's adventure. They should be not only the strongest toes, but the shiniest and pinkest, too. We went tubing on a river near our cabin. This was a great river, at least for post cards. It was small, had no rapids where we were, was not baking in the direct sun, and the distance Chip chose was just great for a first tube trip for the boys.
Unfortunately, it wasn't deep, either. As in, there were long stretches where it didn't get much higher than ankle-deep on me. Hence the shine on my toes - laying face-down on an inner tube and propelling oneself by scrunching toes into sand and then shoving gives them that newly-polished look previously seen only on those who wrestle belt sanders for fun.
So, down the river I squidged, finally wading most of it. The wading was really amazing- nice cool water, soft sandy bottom (the river's, ok??!) and the quiet buzz of the kiler mosquitoes. Very soothing. The sections which were deep enough were really fun, and it was great to watch #4 sitting atop his pile of tubes shouting out orders to #3, birds, mosquitoes and crawdads. The recipients of all those commands cheerfully ignored him, especially his tubes, and a thirsty and happy band of tubers descended upon the Leota Mall afterward for sodas and chips. Oh, and #4 got bitten by a horse.
When we returned to our cabin, #2's fever had broken, which improved his mood. That evening, we had a fire, toasted more marshmallows after making #4 promise not to singe anyone, and the boys all set off some fireworks. We all had fun, and #4 got cut by a snail.
Days Five and Six are going to be neglected because they mostly involve me driving home to an appointment and then back again. Bleah. Just say "no" to life stuff during holiday.
When Poe ain't happy, ain't nobody happy.
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