As many of you know, Camille and I met on one of Kevin's famed float trips. The basic gyst of the trip is that you drink beer and float down the river. Nothing particularly challenging. One had to run in to some bad luck or work to get tipped. It turns out the rivers in Idaho are a bit less forgiving.

Camille and I went to Lava Hot Springs over the weekend. LHS is one of the few tourist towns out here, so named for and dictated by the hot springs that you can bathe in there. They also have a mega-pool with a 10-meter diving platform and water slides and a river to ride down.

One does not need bad luck or to work at getting tipped to get dunked. One must merely not know which falls to avoid. I discovered this less than ten minutes in the water by way of a black-and-blue-and-red-all-over knee and forever lost pair of sunglasses. I wouldn't recommend taking cooler of beer, but it's quite an adventure. Without busses to walk you back, quite the workout, too.

That's the funny thing about the trip: river-floating, water-parking, and hot spring soaking... one would not think that these would wear you out, but they do! The rafting mostly just knocks you around and has you walk back. The hot spring soaking just wipes you out. Then the water park... who knew that falling could take so much out of you. But for those not used to doing it, it does! All of your muscles just tense up. Then, of course, you hit the water. Ouch. The waterslides were fun, though.

The only real let-down on the trip was the food. Our service was so bad at the first restaurant that I considered going to the bathroom just to drink the tapwater after staring at an empty waterglass for half an hour. I liked the second place better, but found out that Camille very passionately dislikes burger meat that isn't well done.