On Wednesday the Giacalones invited us, the Kahs, and the Graves to go up in the Smoky Mountains and raft down the river. We left and were miseralbly lost. The estimated time it took to get there was one hour, but we managed to drive an extra thirty minutes. We stopped four times and tried calling people at the river, but there was no cell service. So we talked to some guy at a shop. He told us that we passed it by three or four miles, but apparently in the smokies, three or four miles means eight. But we got there all the same. Except it wasn't rafting, there were only two tubes, so we just went down on our butts. I have lots of scratches and brusies. The rocks were really slippery, too, which didn't reduce the probablity of falling.
This is Kelsey, Noah, Kaitlyn, Amanda, half of Hannah, and Meee. When navigating the water, you have to do a sort of bear crawl. If you stand, you slip on a slimy, green rock hidden below the current. Falling is unavoidable. One more thing, there were minnows, big maneating sharks that were hungry, crawdads, and snakes. The sharks are a figment of my imagination, but they make my story all the more interesting. Noah got bitten by a snake. And that's all I got to say about that.
The drive home only took an hour. We listened to High School Musical 2, Hannah Montana, and the Michael Jackson. I am proud to announce that all of those CD's are mine. I was jammin out.
