I know 3 things from this weekend:
- My friends from Chicago visited me in rinky-dink Ann Arbor
- It was one of the rainiest Memorial Day Weekends ever
- Bucket List Item: Tubing: Completed
This will basically be a wordful explanation of Wednesday’s Wordless Wednesday post. On the same day 2 friends (along with one friend’s awkward ex-boyfriend-yet-still-close-friends) arrived in Ann Arbor, the 4 day on/off storm started.
The one day I saw a hint of sun, I grabbed them to go tubing. Note: I will not be showing any bikini pics not because I’m shy, but because I didn’t want to get water damage. You can thank me in the comments for saving your sight for another day. Die another day..
The trail we blazed to get to the boat/canoe/tube rental place.
I swear, the minute we signed the release forms, the rain started coming down. Now I’m the type of person that, after paying, will try to make the most out of my hard-earned money. Even if that meant tubing in a thunderstorm.
Turning to look at my friends, I could see on their faces that they were of the same mind.
“I DON’T CARE IF IT’S TORNADO-ING WE ARE GOING TUBING!” we all said.
Once we got in though, it was a different story.
“HOLY CRAP IT’S FREEZING. OH MY GOD.”
We also realized that the website made “the cascades” sound way more exciting than it was. The website showed us this picture:
And, I mean, it was like that with like a 500 feet gulf in between of stagnant, even circular water. I spent more time splashing and rocking around trying to get to the next rapid that I pretty much emerged 50 pounds lighter.
I wish it was more like a lazy river ride. A friend and I made our local river into one last summer and it was perfect… even when we drifted under one of the largest roads in town, clearly in sight of all the passing cars.
Regardless, it was actually a very beautiful niche within Ann Arbor though. But I think next time, I’d prefer the 1.5 hour canoe ride from one park to the other.
Afterwards, since we worked up enough appetite to run a small restaurant out of business, we went to Ann Arbor’s prized Zingerman’s to pick up dinner.
First things first: look at that creeper in the window. I know you’re old but do you really need to stand so close that you’re literally breathing down her neck? Or that one in the door window.
And then we swung by Washtenaw Dairy for some donuts where we happily learned that a half-dozen is $3.50. Good thing it’s a drive away from my house—at least I’m telling myself that—otherwise I’d be having a dozen every week.