Tubing

Last weekend we went tubing at Soldier Hollow.

It was built for the Olympics and it basically rocks. 

The tubing hill is 1,200 feet long.

Jaxon wasn't that impressed.

The very best part?

There's a ski lift contraption that hauls you up the hill.

And I definitely forgot to bring Leo's coat.

(Good thing it was a warm day!)

Here's a funny story:

We called on Monday to make reservations.

We showed up Saturday morning only to be told that we couldn't go tubing then because there was a private party going on.

"Well," I asked, "Why did they sell us tickets for right now if we can't go?"

So they ended up asking the people who had reserved the place if they minded us joining them.

They didn't, so we did.

And also, we ate their donuts.

(Don't judge. They had a ridiculous amount of donuts.)

And as an interesting aside:

We ended up being double charged.

(Once on Monday when I made reservations and again on Saturday.)

I contacted them about the double charge and they corrected it right away. . .

and then immediately charged us again.

So we're still waiting on a refund.

Also, Jay peed his pants.

The end.