Sunday, March 2, 2008

...of extreme tubing


There probably aren't a lot of places you can spend the first Saturday afternoon of March screaming down a hill on an inner tube, but Ohlson Mountain Extreme Tubing near Homer, Alaska, is one of them. First of all, you get in the truck and drive for an hour-and-a-half and when you pull up to the place you actually say to yourself, "This looks like it's going to be kinda fun." And, as it turns out, you're right.


After a brief instruction/safety speech from the owner you line up to take a ride down one of five lanes. It's an exhilarating, albeit short ride, to the bottom of the hill where you grab the leash on your tube and haul it over to the lift attendant. The attendant hooks your leash to the lift and up you go. Then you do the same thing all over again...and again...and again. Before you know it two hours have gone by and it's time to drive home.


So, that's how it goes and really all I know...of extreme tubing.

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