Tanking

Last week, our friends, Glenn and Stacey, invited me and Bela to go tanking with them Sunday. I remember the boss, Dawn, telling me that everyone should go once, so I accepted. Glenn has his own tank, so we didn’t have to worry about renting one. Tanking in Nebraska is a big deal. Everyone had told me the water isn’t that deep, but Bela and I can’t swim or float, so I was a bit apprehensive. It was about 87 degrees, but it didn’t feel that hot. Nonetheless, Stacey and I got scorched! I swear even my eyelids are burned! We might as well have been dipped in butter. Biggest lesson of the day—SUNSCREEN!

Let me start at the beginning….for those who do not know, Nebraska has some neat rivers. We tanked down the Middle Loup for a couple of miles. To get there, we had to go three or four miles out of town and through some cow country. Once there, I watched them unload the tank and get it partially into the water. I wasn’t much help. You know me by now…acting like a tourist!

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Cow Country....

Cow Country….


Glenn had brought some chairs to use in the tank, but Stacey sat on the cooler, and Bela and I sat flat on the tank bottom. I wanted a low center of gravity so I wouldn’t fall out! We stopped after about an hour and a half, and Gen spent some time swimming while Bela and I waded in the water. We got a bit bogged down in mud, but the water under it was quite refreshing! My feet were happy.

Glenn and Stacey paddled to avoid sand bars and trees. There were three fences we had to dodge, but nobody toppled out! Glenn did almost end up on my lap a few times when we bumped a tree or the bank!

Yikes!

Yikes!


Dodging trees is very important!

Dodging trees is very important!

It took maybe three hours to get to the vehicle, but once there, the girls chased frogs or tried to grab tiny fish. I waded around while Stacey took Glenn for his truck. Bela took time to write her name in the mud.

You can barely read her name.

You can barely read her name.


Looking for frogs or fishies

Looking for frogs or fishies


The water may wash away the writing and the foot prints, but I will remember the fun we had for a long time to come! When we got out of the tank, Bela’s first question to Stacey and Glenn was, “When can we go again?” We topped off the day with burgers on the grill. They helped me remember how to relax!
Foot prints

Foot prints


After this sunburn, I may go POLAR tanking instead!

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