Sittin' on the Dock of the Bay

Riding the Provo River is my new favorite thing to do. I lived in Provo for six years and never went down it, which I know sounds ridiculous, but now that I live an hour away it's worth the trip. A group of my friends went about a month ago and had a blast, so we knew we wanted to go back before summer ended. Last time it was SO warm and nice even though we didn't get on the river until 5 p.m. The sun was going down and making the canyon look beautiful. There is one spot where the bank is lower and met up with a spot where horses were grazing. There was even a cute little colt prancing around. It just made me so grateful to be so close to nature where I live.
It takes about two hours to ride the river . . . or at least that's how long it usually takes us. Somehow we always get stuck or get thrown out, so it slows us down. Saturday was a completely different climate—ice water and a cold breeze! It was crazy. We had some good adventures, though. This time there were twelve of us, but we weren't together the whole time. Our trusty raft sprung a leak after half an hour, which was a huge bummer. For a while we doubled up on the tubes, but that was sort of a disaster. Then Scott and Jeremy found some rope and wrapped up the corner where the tear was. That worked great until we decided to fit four people (instead of our usual three) and popped the rope off. We didn't tell the guys that's what had happened.:) It got tiring after a while because we kept losing air and sinking and hitting our bottoms on the rocks and shivering, but it was worth all the laughs and close encounters with death. A tree even came floating down the river at one point when we were standing and reblowing up the raft and smacked right into the back of my knees! That's what makes the river so fun!:)