I lived! Trust me, this is impressive considering my last tubing run. Sit-in tubes are evil. I never should have supported the switch. See, I own a nifty awesome ride-on-top tube that kicks ass. We used that the first two days and all was wonderful. I am the champ. I use the high, not side, handles and ride on my knees. It’s awesome. You can actually shift your weight and make yourself jump on the wake. <3. Sit-in tubes? EVIL. The deep ones are the worse since my knees end up right next to my chin and bailing by choice is near impossible. I knew all this the second I sat down and did that stop me? No. Further proof that I am a moron. A few seconds in I realized that I also had to make sure my butt wasn’t actually at the bottom of the tube. Didn’t matter. It was black and blue anyway. For 2010′s “Embarrassing Family Moments” I nominate being asked to moon people so I could show them off. Oy.
The first time around in the sit-in tube, I was unshakable. I had established my tubing cred the previous days so, aside from the awkwardness of hoisting myself as high up as possible, keeping my toes pointed so my legs wouldn’t bounce around like jello, and keeping my knees from costing me teeth, it was a piece of cake. Of course, this meant that we decided to push it further on the second go. When I was airborn looking up at the water for a split second I thought to myself, “Hmm. I’m not gonna top this. I should bail as soon as I can.” I didn’t bail since I was too busy holding on for dear life. After several more miraculous recoveries, recovering that I really had very little to do with, I was airborn and upside down again and I knew I was toast. This was the first time I hit the water and it HURT. The instantaneous pain along the right side of my neck was worrisome, but thankfully it was gone quickly. I also inhaled half the lake and honestly didn’t know which way was up while I was underwater to start. Yay not panicking and, of course, life jackets.
Most of the vacation, really, was uneventful. I got my kayak and spent a lot of time on the water. I hung out with my cousins. I learned how to play cribbage (gotta do something social during the rain), read a few of the books the cottage owners had lying around, taught my cousins all the secrets in Super Mario World, beat their butts at racing games, won only a single game of pool in far too many tries, managed to avoid all cooking and dishwashing duties (there are perks to being the oldest kid), and played a zillion hours of Dragon Quest IX. Woo. I’m sad I’m right at the end of the main game right now so I keep sidetracking for every possible quest I can grind out. I’m also partial to hunting metal babbles.
My family is still making fun of me for my lack of a tan. I explain to them that this is because I know how to use sunscreen. Sport 30 on the body, sweatproof 60 on the face and top of the shoulders. I also reapply with a spray after I’ve been on the water for a while. Granted, it takes a lot for me to tan even without protection so I should have predicted that being as careful as I was would lead to absolutely zero tan lines. Oh well. My brother is a bronze god. My mom has two colours: white and red. She can get burned walking to the car, it’s ridiculous. My dad doesn’t tan easily, either. I have never been one of those people remotely concerned with a tan — you tanning booth people weird me out — so this is not a big deal. I’m going to enjoy my healthy skin! My main disappointment from all my time in the sun actually stems from kayaking. I was out there a ton and my arms didn’t get that much more defined as a result. Boo.
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Glad you like DQ. To waste time just do a grid search across the land, and make sure the grids overlap, you never know what you might find. Right now, I’m only at a puny level 47, probably do to the anal retentive need to explore every inch and constantly re-talk to every person no matter how small the event.
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What are your stats.
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