DH, DD15, DD11, Dad, and I floated the Little River on Saturday.  It is a small creek that runs near my parents' house.  I remember doing it as a teenager and thinking it was so much fun, so  I wanted my kids to experience it. 

It took Dad a while to find inner tubes; since most tires today are tubeless that proved to be a challenge.  But find them he did and we set off on our grand adventure. It was very peaceful and lazy on the river. DH tipped the girls over a time or two. Our main problem was that Katrina dumped a lot of limbs and branches in our path which meant we had to literally climb over them. (The river is over our heads in only a few places.) Our poor shins are scratched, banged, and bruised by hidden debris. And it's a miracle we didn't get bit by snakes; we didn't even see any.  We brought our lunch in a Styrofoam ice chest which my dad tied to the side of his tube and floated down the river.  We stopped on a rock bar to eat.  Dad looked like Crocodile Dundee in the outback with his wide brimmed hat and huge hunting knife strapped to his hip.  He went ahead of us to scout it out and scare off the snakes. 

The next day we were all sore, but it really made for a great memory.  If we ever do it again I'm buying a disposable, waterproof camera so I can take pictures. (My dad didn't sound too hopeful about doing it again. ) It felt like an all day adventure, but we were only gone two hours!

Memories!