The cool part about this tubing experience is that everyone gets pulled up the mountain while sitting in their tubes. They play some rocking music. The first time I went down, I panicked when I realized I was going so fast and there was absolutely nothing I could do to get out of it. I couldn't even scream. We went down about 6 more times, though, and it was so fun. I liked going down in pairs the most. During one run, Dallin and I raced Jessame and Mark. We both went on our stomachs this time and I think that was our winning move. Once when Jessame and I went down, we definitely caught air more than once.
Probably the most exciting moment was one solo run I did. I was going down the hill backwards (that kept happening by accident) and the red flashing lights indicated that I needed to start dragging my feet to slow down. So, I started dragging of course, because I'm freaked out every time I go down anyway and I'm eager to slow down. As I dug my heels in, first one boot came off, then the other. I was so disoriented by the fact that I was in my socks that I forgot to keep dragging my feet. I ended up barreling into an orange mesh barricade. The workers had to come over and see why on earth I didn't slow myself down. I got a few laughs from people at the bottom of the hill.
And who doesn't want to end their snow tubing adventures with a shake from the Dairy Keen? I made it clear that I can't go to Heber without stopping there. Love.
In totally unrelated news, I had the opportunity to use the special dip bowls I got for Christmas when we had Chris and Allie over for shredded chicken tacos. Aren't they darling?