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I’ve been tubing down little creeks a hundred times, quite possibly more. My parents have been taking me to Adventure’s Unlimited in Milton, Florida since I was in diapers. (Yes, really). This weekend however, was the first time I had ever been tubing somewhere else. It was a little bit different in Tennessee… that’s for sure. Little more back woods, a little less glamour, and definitely just as MUCH FUN.

When we got to the canoe/tube rental place… I had to grab a couple of pictures for evidence…

Unfortunately, this was not the bus we got to ride down to the river on. πŸ™‚ That definitely would have made the story a little more interesting though!!

Here’s proof that they may actually have canoes here and we aren’t going to be abducted and taken into a storm shelter around back. (I really shouldn’t watch any more of the Texas Chainsaw Massacre movies).Β  In case you have never been tubing down a river, there are many perks. Number one being: It is okay to open a beer no matter what time of day it is. Once I checked out the bus and this canoe… it was time for me.

The river was stunning, the water was icy cold, and the day was hot…. there are no other requirements for a great time! While we waited for the bus to come pick us up and take us up river, the people we went with set up their RV and a smoker full of pork roast (yum).

We loaded all of our tubes on this trailer… yep… it looks just like it happened.

Russell’s trying to convince me that all of these floats are going to stay on this trailer… and in his defense we did only stop 3 times to pick up rafts that fell off. πŸ˜›

All of us crammed in the van, we looked like circus clowns getting out of here!!

Russell and me in the van just a few minutes before we hit the water πŸ™‚

This water was like ice, but on a hundred degree day, it was just about PERFECT.

We hit about 45 minutes of rain but the rest of the day was absolutely relaxing and gorgeous on the river. We’ll definitely be headed back to the Elk River in Fayetteville, Tennessee.

The river banks look different here, than the sandy pebble shores in Florida. It was a gorgeous float trip, and we had a blast… after the fear of the banjos subsided.