Well, it's been another busy year.  Latest adventure was tubing the Yellowstone as a family.  Finally got Steve and Renee talked into floating the Yellowstone.  Mike and I have done it several times.  We love it.  This is how we do it.  WE have fancy inner tubes with handles and netting and most importantly snug cup holders.  We jump in and go where the river takes us.  Paddle like lunatics at our predesignated ending spot to get to shore.  Walk the 1/2 mile to the real spot and go home.  Not too complicated.  Anyway.  So all four of us are going.  Took 2 years to get them to go.  2 years!  We only have three tubes so Mike uses an old Twin air mattress with an oar.  We are off.  It's about a 4 mile float.  Steve is having the time of his life.  We go through some rapids and he loves it.  Renee, well she can't seem to get away from shore and trees and rocks.  She finally gets moving.  WE approach a sharp bend in the river.  This is where it gets very fast.   You have to be aware and make sure you stay in the middle.  You can get tossed into trees and rocks on the outside bend.  I make it through, Mike makes it through.  We notice Steve and Renee are through yet.  Then we see an empty tube.  Panic time.  Mike makes it back becaue he had an oar.  I was at the mercy of the current.  It took me a half a mile to get to shore.
It was Steve.  He got flipped off his tube.  He got sucked to the fast side.  He was rescued by some passing boaters.  Renee gave up awhile ago and was walking along the shore.  So needless to say Steve was not getting back in the River.  He was humiliated because the river stripped his pants off and he lost his car keys.  I have no idea why he even had his car keys and his tennis shoes stopped him pants from floating away.  Renee managed to lose her shoes!  Mike saw them floating by but didn't realize they were hers.  He did save her mountain dew though.  Mike had his wallet with him (why?).  It went floating down the river also.
So we had another two miles to hike along the river.  Not an easy feat.  Renee has no shoes and Steve needed a cigarette terribly.  Mike went on down and I stayed with them.  Neither knew the trail back.  It took two hours of hell, complaining, and  crying.  Renee couldn't do the last half mile.  So we left her on a private road to wait.
Any way  here is my question, Why is it always Steve.  Always.  When we went snowmobiling at Yellowstone last February, we were one who got stuck.  Noone else, just us.  When we would take his Harley out with friends, he was the one who broke down all the time.  When we went four wheeling up in Box Canyon last May, he got us stuck in a snow drift ten miles from anywhere with no cell service, shovel or daylight.
We were thinking of going on a cruise, but I am seriously rethinking this.