Bus ride there.
There is a better one of us but it uploaded sideways and I'm slightly computer illiterate and couldn't figure out how to make it the right way. It's blurry but you get the point regardless. "Wahoo! We're on a bus that's taking us rafting!"
Almost completely suited up. My crotch came pre-moistened. It looks like I wet my wet suit. Gross.
Strike a pose.
Look out, River! Here I come!
I was so jealous of Tina's hot pink helmet. Apparently when your husband is the GM of the rafting company you have your own gear.
The wet suits had padded asses. I LOVED it. I'm kind of lacking in the ass area so it was a whole new experience for me.
Raft crew. Sharon, Tina, Nicole, ME, Jackie and Waylan. Jackie and Waylan were guests at our hotel. They were walk-ins the night before. I told them this and it seemed to creep them out. But then I won them over with my fantastic sense of humour and personality and we had a great time. 
Mmm. Dinner and beers time. This place (Jasper Brewing Co.) brews 6 beers in house. 
Tina and her lover. 
We got really ripped (can you tell?) before heading out to meet our boss for dinner. It was awsome and made us like 23 minutes late. Whooops.
Blueberry Vanilla Ale. So delicious. I had 2, should have only had 1.
Best spot in the house. This big sheep statue gets so much action. Tourists love it.
Big Ass Mushroom Burger. That's not the actual name of it (I wish) but it was fucking delicious. Messy, but amazing. I want another one.
Look! A big goat statue! Lets go pose with it! Ha. I was a bit too inebriated at this point and couldn't manage to get onto it. :(
Turns out the back heel works beautifully as a step. I was so stoked to be riding the goat.
Alcoholics.
Red headed sluts. Peach schnapps and jager. Shots and I are generally not a good idea. Saturday night was no exception. Puke didn't happen but I was a bit more hammed than I should have been.
Another very touristy thing to do. Jasper the Bear. Nicole seems to be enjoying him.
Jasper is a little too much for me to handle. I wanted to climb him for a picture and when I hopped up, my seat blew. We walked back to Nicoles and got me a new pair then headed back out again.
Zipper to upper ass. My goodness.
Liquid death. The girl at the liquor store told Nicole that "it's like jager" Like jager my ass. This shit was terrible. I definatly gagged after taking it down.
Big Wes wears his nitro spray around his neck. It's a pretty stellar idea.
This is Leeroy. We partied at his house. Thanks Leeroy!
Ed-Meister!
It's a true story. 
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