Salt Water Tubing

Today we went salt water tubing in Mesa, which was lovely and refreshing to have the coolness of the water, making that boiling Arizona heat blazing down just that bit more bearable. Although that didn't stop us getting burnt to a crisp, despite layers of SPF 50 sun cream on our weak British pale skin. Our legs were red-raw and we were all comparing who had got the most burns!   We all ended up with what looks like socks due to the drastic colour change from where our shoes were compared to the burning red of our legs. 

We had a great laugh, I would recommend it to anyone. Although tying ourselves together with rope connecting our tubes maybe wasn't the best idea, as David soon realised and instead decided to ride solo and zoomed off into the rapids without us. Leaving us, the girls, the spin around in circles in hysterics as my husband Martin frantically paddled to keep up; eventually we had to throw him the rope and pull him in.  Needless to say I was absolutely helpless with laughter!.  We also had an inflatable cooler which was full of beer and food!

Whenever we ended up trapped in a tree, sea-weed, or reeds (this happened way too often) the main concern was 'save the cooler!' Or when Mandy capsized and was struggling to get back above water? "make sure the cooler doesn't drift off!!!" Nice to see that in our family food and beer takes higher priority over someones well being. 

Three and a half hours later, after many struggles to actually keep on the flow of the river, and get ourselves out of the various trees, rocks, reeds, and various other rubble. We reached the end of our journey soaking wet, many bruises thanks to the rocks, and burnt to a crisp. But it was so worth it for all the laughs and all round great time we had.