Tubing in Frisco...

We have some friends with a place in Frisco who have graciously let us stay there a few times over the past couple of years.  The tubing in Frisco was a day adventure that we didn't want to miss this winter, and you can see why not.

So we all had to have our own tubes, including Gage, and that was a gamble.  They told us that they'd refund our money after one run if he was terrified, but he wanted to go again...and again...and again.  You pay for the hour, so you better believe that we were trying to get our hineys down the hill and up the treadmill thing (can't think of the real name of that to save my life!) to repeat the fun as many times as possible in 60 minutes.  It's not a cheap adventure, so Mama has particular interest in getting her money's worth :)

Gavin was all over the place, as could be expected, and seemed to have NO FEAR from the first moment to the last.  Do you see him waving to the camera in the picture on the tubing hill?  (I can't even explain what he's doing in this picture, or I would try.)  Meanwhile, Gage's position of choice for most of the runs was to hunker down inside of the tube with his little blue hood covering as much of him as possible...and then he'd re-emerge at the bottom of the hill.

His response to a new situation is not as obvious as Gavin's, so it took us a little while to evaluate that he was, indeed, having a blast, though he hardly looked out of the tube the whole ride down.  Brent and I held the four of our tubes together, so we all went down as a blob.  Each tubing "lane" was a bit different, and we tried out a few of 'em.  I could feel every bump during the first couple of runs, so I had to learn to partially suspend myself in the tube during the descent.  This is a great memory!