Tubing

Jess writes: Think of tubing the Guadalupe or the Comal...get the picture in your head...climbing into a bus with tubes and other fellow tubers most already with a beer in hand. Now add in beautiful mountain views as the river is nestled up against the rocks, next add bamboo treehouse bars with tarzan swings and zip lines into the water. Every several mintues you try and get roped (literally) into another bar along the way, only to meet other like-minded happy travelers.

We got caught in a rainstorm for part of the trip...afterwards the sky was blue on one side and black on the other, it was quite a sight. We accidentally missed the turn off where we were supposed to return our tubes. Somehow it got a little later than we expected. We learned that it gets dark here around 6/6:30 p.m. Luckily Donovan recognized the guesthouse where we were staying - and we unloaded at their doorstep. Truthfully, I think he knew where he was the whole time, but was just messing with me.

Off to explore some caves or maybe tube again (if they let us)...