A couple weeks ago I challenged my comfort zone. Tested it. Tubing where I come from means tying together a bunch of rented inner tubes, fitting a couple with coolers full of cheap beer, and lolly-gagging down a “river” choked with other flotillas of drunk tubers. Tubing in CO, now that’s another story.
I have a healthy fear of fast moving water. I can swim in calm, warm lakes all day. My housemate Steve throws an annual “Extreme Tubing” party. This year I joined in.
Had a BBQ in the park in Golden. Across the way, Clear Creek flows. Swift, not too deep, it’s a popular kayaking destination. On a tube, though, you have no control of where you go. I got pulled into spots a few times that sucked me off my tube. It was thrilling, yes, but I had plenty of excitement after one run.
Folks showed up, some, like Red, with her whole water sports wardrobe:
Steve models the safety gear, a helmet and a PFD:
Don’t get me wrong, it was fun! The tubers moved by so quickly the second run I only caught a couple on camera. Here, Red, with a smile that tells it all:
Preston (a new papa):
Two VERY pregnant friends played in the water, Patty and Agie. Patty (in brown) just delivered a baby boy. Agie’s due in less than a month:
Patty, Kim, Agie and I played in the cold water, watching the water-fest around us:
The Creek was swarming with folks enjoying the cold water on a hot day! Enjoying a lazy afternoon, with many friends (making new friends) was a treat. Perhaps I’ll be brave enough, again, for another ride? The Creek is lower now. Perhaps!