I can’t swim. When deciding what I was going to do this past Saturday, we originally planned for the beach. People couldn’t (and some didn’t want to) go. Debating what to do Pedro and I decided on a theme park. He chose Raging Waters, and I was hesitant. I’ve never been there, and I can’t swim, so I was nervous about going. I mentioned Six Flags and Knotts, but in the end I caved and said yes to the water park, where I believed I would meet my end.
We stopped by a Ralph’s for some liquid courage and to enjoy the park a lot more. Google took us to the back end of the park, and we had to find our way around until we spotted the entrance.
As nervous as I was, Pedro told me that all the drops are into about 4 feet of water, so that eased my nerves a bit. The booze and some (as kidvic calls it) Good Stuff! also helped a lot in calming me down. We ended up going with one of his friends, Nathaniel, and we all got a season pass for this year and next year, so I know we will be going back!
There was a point where we went back to the car to meet up with Ryan and load his luggage in my car. During this time we wanted another Good Stuff! Break, but the fucking lighter gave out. We were upset, but back into the park we went. At one point we found some chairs under the shade and knocked out for a bit while Ryan and Nathaniel went on more slides.
Overall a fun trip and adventure for me. Thank you Pedro for convincing me to go. Sorry for pushing you into the waterfall in the Amazonian River. You deserved it tho! 😜