Day Nineteen - The Sucky Tuber

We spent the day at Zion, tubing down the Virgin River.

One of us was (and probably still is), the worst, most suckiest tuber in the history of tubing.

Yep.

That would be ME.

Always stuck at the back of the pack.

Or beached like a whale.

That would be ME.

Hooked to Captain Jake Sparrow by a bungee cord, as a safety measure for him, but ultimately, who was in more danger?

Or stuck in some raging rapids whilst trying to save my daughter's life, only to be saved by my 'little' brother.

The sun hat, the fishing shirt with sunscreen fibers, the 75 block sunscreen, the oh-so-fashionable aqua socks, the ghostly-white scary legs....

Everyone else got the hang of it.

Seven year old, Reilly the Red.....her first time EVER!

And isn't she oh-so-fashionable in her new white sunglasses?

And when she wasn't trying to 'un-beach' me, Mermaidelicious was the official photographer of the day.

(And no, she is not naked.)

The expert tuber of our expedition: Two-Fisted Chris

There are a whole lot of things that I cannot explain that happened on this glorious day Under the Banner of Heaven.

Like, how the heck did Jake get mud on his EYE, but nowhere else on his body?

And what the heck are me and my brother arguing about THIS time? Was I trying once again to convince him that Ishtar is one of the most hilarious movies ever made, while he is once again trying to convince me that Family Guy is the best show on television or was it something simple like, "Dude, where's Jake?"

And did Captain Jake Sparrow really think that he could BUNGEE JUMP off of a 36" high porch, when he is 38" tall?

All in all, it was one of the best days of our lives.

Memories that will last forever and ever, amen.

And as Zion left its mark on us, we most definitely left our mark in Zion National Park.

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