On the 24th of July my family and I decided to try something new. Although a few of us had been before the majority found this new opportunity exciting. After blowing up one raft and four innertubes we set off for the Provo River. Upon arriving we all entered the water one by one. Exclamations of how freezing the water could be heard and the quite funny site of one innertube deflating not long after its rider (Nik) sat down. Josie started floating down the river and in an attempt to stop herself she found herself hanging onto a tree branch while her tube continued its journey down the river. We raced down the river to recover her tube and Miranda decided she would climb on it instead. Along the way the four people in the raft realized that Muri, being the smallest in the group, should get out of the tube and into the raft so that Hannah, the tallest of the girls, could get in a tube. Now that was interesting to pull off. A bridge or two we had to go under. We conquered one but got beat by the other. The raft decided to turn over and send all its occupants into the water to fend for themselves. After going through some not so fierce rapids we managed to get the occupants back in the raft but the river was not done. It had stolen two of our three oars. But we managed to navigate the rest of the river without further incident. With battle bruises and scrapes from the rocky bottom and slight sunburn on the shoulders. Feet and legs that you know are there, but you can't feel them so you hope the river didn't steel those as well.
