
Bill and I went tubing down the Boise River yesterday. In a moment of mild idiocy I fell out of my tube. This sounds simple enough just get back on the tube and go your merry way. Well I couldn't get back on the tube. Truthfully I nearly drown trying to keep hold of my tube and paddle. They were both new and I was not going to loose them. My body took quite a beating on the rocks while I fought against the current to save my darn tube and paddle. I was able to swim to a sandy shore using only my feet because my hands were occupied with the tube and the paddle. It was a scary ordeal I got caught under the tube it had a nylon cover so when it flipped over it sort of suctioned to the surface of the water with me underneath. The water was shallow so I attempted to stand a couple times, but the quickly moving current swept me off my feet and that was when I banged my knees up the most. After I got to the sandy shore I just stood there completely exhausted. I saved the tube, paddle, and my favorite pair of sunglasses. Lost the sunscreen, damn it. Luckily my husband came along and was able to coax me back on the tube so we could finish our float. I was about 10 minutes ahead of him, I paddle faster. I'm glad I got back on the proverbial horse and finished the race. I like floating the river, and my little adventure taught me to respect it's power. My knees hurt like the big H, but they will mend. I'd like to say think you to my husband, Bill, for teaching me to drink deeply from the cup of life. Also for holding my tube while I jump on.

