Muddin'

Now let me first introduce this glorious river that runs from Colorado through New Mexico, the panhandle of Texas, and most of Oklahoma...this is the Canadian River. It apparently is a large supporter of the Arkansas River which is a large supporter of the Mississippi River. All of this is from Wikopedia and is just to show how even little things can make a big difference. Before discovering all of this (which I am not sure is all that important to most of you), I would have thought that the river died out around the bend - it was that unimpressive in size. But what it lacked in size, it made up in fun!


I don't know what color the water started out as, but in this stretch of the river it was all red clay.

The kids had wanted to play with a slip-n-slide earlier that day, and were quite thrilled to see that God provided them with one when parents did not.

I was a bit worried about Dade because he didn't want to wear his swimsuit for fear that the white would never be white again. I thought that maybe he would not want to get in the muddy water - what was I thinking?

Even my dad got into the games, at one point I took several pictures in a row of him walking across a large slippery area. I thought that it might be good to have pictures to say how he broke his tail bone.

You would think that swimming and sliding would be enough of a blast - but no! Tiffany and Dara decided to explore the cosmetic benefits of mud. Afterall don't people pay big bucks for a mud bath?!

I'm telling you - things got way out of hand when Joel would slither out of the water into the mud and roll around as if he were going to be used as a paint roller.

Thankfully, I was in charge of the pictures and we value the camera too much. Otherwise this wonderful beast of a man would have carried me kicking and screaming into that nasty river. He reminds me from someone in Braveheart.


Overall it was a blast, and we would definitely do it all again. (Again I would gladly be in charge of the camera?)