One of my favorite traditions when I go back home is to float the Moyier River that runs right in front of my parents’ house. Not because of the obviously reasons like the beautiful scenery that you are surrounded by or the peacefulness of the float but for me it’s the people that I float with that make it so very special. It’s something we do every summer without a doubt more than a few times. This time was no different. I had three of my brothers, my two nephews, my two nieces and my husband to carry out this tradition. We gathered our inner tubes and we drove down the road to “put in” as we say, at the bridge. This way we float literally straight to my parents’ front doorstep.
Growing up in such an remote place wasn’t easy as a socialite teenager but as an adult you can sit and appreciate the true beauty of mother nature before you. It truly is a magical place. There was always one thing I never took for granted though as a child and a teenager back home and that was floating the river. I was just as in awe and grateful for it then as I am now. My friends and I used to do it on a regular basis. It’s not a fast river around July/August time so it’s a great time to catch up and relax while we float.
I was so excited when I introduce Mr P to the river and the act of floating in an inner tube. He wasn’t so convinced when I first told him what we were going to do but from the moment we first “put in” at the bridge, I knew he was hooked. He loves the great outdoors and putting his fear of a bear or moose coming after us, he settled right in.
My brothers were awesome too the first time we took Mr P they were so quick to make him feel welcome and safe by sneaking up on him underwater and throwing him overboard. Did I mention Mr P can’t swim either? Needless to say I was down stream, screaming up streaming at my giggling immature adult brothers to save my husband from drowning please. Mr P thought it was great to get initiated by my brothers and welcomed so nicely into the family. I was cross but only for a little bit as it has become over the years a great story to share amongst us. Our floats wouldn’t be the same if we didn’t stop off to blow back up one or two inner tubes that are leaking from the winter being stored in the garage, unchecked. Nor would it be the same if we didn’t take a break from cruising down stream to have a rock skipping contest and teach our kids how to skip rocks. A favorite pastime on the river I must add. My family is huge rocking skipping fans and extremely competitive so the two go hand in hand and Mr P fits right in with that. My three brothers attempting to blow the raft back up or shall I say the three stooges. lolWe all jump in a few times to cool off before setting back off after our hard rock skipping competition is over. I was quick to take a few selfies of me and my brothers and my niece who I can’t believe has grown up before my very eyes. I used to change her diapers and now we are hanging out more like friends than niece/aunt! I won’t even mention she is now taller than me at 16 years old!Yes, I know not very hard to do. And to take my nephews and younger niece with us too, whereas in the past they haven’t been old enough or big enough to come. It really is becoming a whole family affair. I can’t wait to one day take my own two kids with me down the river.
There was so many amazing adventures we went on in the states but floating the Moyie River with my family is one I will cherish forever, remember forever and try to make happen, each year, forever!
I love you all so much and you all make my life complete.
So I say goodbye to my family, friends, cultures, home, and this beautiful place for now, but not for long as we will be back next summer. Ready to experience new things and replay out our traditions with the ones we love.