Remember that time we decided to raft the Provo River?
Remember there was a chilly wind blowing, but we thought we could tough it out?
Remember how my fingers actually turned purple?
Remember how I kept running into the trees on the riverbanks and bugs kept showering down onto me?
Remember how we turned into popsicles and kept having to get out of the water?
Remember how we built a fort out of our tubes to hide from the wind?
Remember the nice family invited us to their campground for hot chocolate, blankets, and a warm campfire, then gave us a ride to our car?
Remember how cold we were?
That's kind of what I feel like right now. Freezing my tail off in the library. Maybe that's what made me think of it. Just thought I'd remind you of one of our fabulous adventures. Let's ditch this dreary old town and go on another. Preferably somewhere warm. Now. OK? K, thanks.