So now we are the proud owners of a quart of hydrogen peroxide

Before you freak out Mom, I am totally fine.
This was just a precaution.
Let me explain.

So if you haven't read Carter or the roommates new blog about today, you should go check those out.

We. Had. An. Adventure.

So after our long day of getting lost and having red thighs, we were running errands around town and we somehow ended up in the slums of Walmart on the mission for inner tubes.
Because we were inspired to float the river due to it being river days.

Now just so we are all clear, none of us had ever floated this river.
So we got some tubes, 2 turquoise and 2 pink.
Seriously its like 1980's barbie going on with these tubes.

So we made a plan. 10 am at the spot that we were at yesterday.
I somehow ended up with all the tubes and around 9:30 I remembered you cannot go down a raging river whilst the tubes are not inflated.
It is not safe kids. Do not try this at home.
Actually  actual adult supervision would have helped in this situation.
Not the ideas of two 21 years of age and one 19 years of age on a mission to float this river.

So the tubes are inflated.
Dad would be so proud.
I used a pair of pliers and my hair dryer.
Pretty nifty.

I somehow get them into my very tiny car.
If you've ever been in my tiny car you know how amazing that is.
3 adult size inner tubes mostly filled with air in my car.
Wait what??

Devise a plan and drive to the ending point on 9th.
Head to the starting point. The rec center.
Finally see a good spot to put in.
Tie the rafts together and set off in the icy water.

We had no idea what we were into.

Blissfully unaware of the rapids and how unprepared we truly were for this.

When i'm on a tube in a river its in the lazy river at water world.
Not on an actual river.

I thought you know, Dad was a raft guide for years, its in my blood.
Nope.
Got his bushman eyebrows.
Not the rafting stuff.

The water is freezing cold.
Both the roommate and I were hoping the cold might shrink the minuscule amount of fat on her and the chub that has accumulated on me.
No such luck.
However much to Carters dismay, the cold water worked on him and shrunk something of his.
Te he he he.

And Carter acted as our anchor at a whopping 150 pounds of pure whoop ass.

Hes holding onto my tube and i'm trying not to flash anyone in my bikini.
It got close  sometimes.

So were in a weird triangle that keeps rotating.
Its usually pretty OK when i'm facing backwards because then I don't really have to steer but that's also how I ended up having to purchase hydrogen peroxide and band-aids with Neosporin but we'll get to that soon enough.
Don't you worry.

Well we hit our first "rapids"
I squeal like a little girl.
And Carter and the roommate are pretty calm and thinking "Why the hell did we bring her along??"

And it gets more interesting.

Somehow we didn't flip.
There was this one time where I was sure we were going to die.
But we somehow didn't die.

And then there was a bridge we had to go under, that had three channels.
We tried to go through the right side but not such luck.
The middle and we almost hit a wall.
Actually the roommate may have hit a wall.

And I hated kicking.
I am not coordinated or graceful and most of the time it was a panic paddle so we didn't go over the crazy scary rapids.

Most of the time when we were going over rapids we  sort of prayed and hoped we didn't flip.
I held onto the roommates raft sometimes with my left, the right made sure I didnt totally flash someone.

But there were plenty of times of heart pounding adrenaline times and then the freezing cold of the river just made it quite the experience.

Well this one time we were going over this rough part.
I was backwards.
And we went over a hidden rock.
And I scraped my lower back pelvis region.
It hurt like a son of a (choice word).
We were almost to the end.
And I got hurt
Damn it.


Well we had to dismount shortly there after, so we haphazardly paddled to the shore, kind of.
The roommate gracefully plopped off her tube, then Carter, and suddenly realizing I could be swept down stream with three random tubes all by myself, I dismounted too.
It was awful.

Roommate got to shore thank god.
Carter and I got the tubes, and struggled to go upstream to where the roommate was.
Got to here and I literally could have kissed the earth I stood on.

And then we saw the scrape.
Its about the size of a Sacajawea dollar coin.
Not huge, but still it was by a bone, my pelvis and on my torso so it was bleeding.
Hobbled back to the car, covered it with some tissues.
Drove to get her car.

Went to Walgreen's and since I have a wild imagination I was convinced I was going to get a severe infection and DIE.

So we got of all things, hydrogen peroxide and massive band-aids.

Went home and the roommate is such a peach, she cleaned and dressed it.
She has poured hydrogen peroxide twice on it now to keep it clean and I bend over the tub.
Shes a real peach.

And now i'm letting it breath for a little bit before we put some more stuff on it.

So Mom, i'm fine.
Its all good.
I didn't drown or die of infection.
We have it handled.

Now we just have a quart of hydrogen peroxide.