Even though I have spent my whole life in Cedar Key and live only minutes away from a beach, as well as dozens of publicly accessible islands, I hardly ever take advantage of these blessings. But when I do, I have nothing but a fun, great time. One recent weekend I did just that! To start things off, I celebrated my cousin's thirteenth birthday. This was when the waterlogged weekend began. My whole family got together for a big birthday pool party, complete with pizza and cake, a universal favorite. The following day, we all caravanned up to Ichetucknee Springs to go tubing. The water was cool and refreshing, and the scenery was stunning. There was something beautiful around every bend! Whether it be an enormous cypress tree towering overhead, an alluring rock face veiled in a barrage of green ferns, or a blue heron stalking silently along the banks, there was never a dull moment. This was the case for the scenery, as well as for tubing in general. There must be a set of unwritten tubing rules passed down each generation, because it almost seems unethical to leave Ichetucknee without someone tipping you over in your tube. In compliance with the rules, I was duly flipped over and forced to splash around and chase my tube, which quickly began to drift away with the swift current. Even so, I had a terrific, relaxing time. By the next morning I was hopping on a boat to go tubing again. This form of tubing, however, wasn't quite as relaxing as floating gently down Ichetucknee. Instead, my cousin, my sister and I climbed into a three seater float, clung to the handles for dear life and screamed our heads off, the boat hauling us in tow as it raced along. Luckily enough, I was only thrown off once, and was quickly retrieved. That weekend was most definitely a "waterlogged weekend," and I have the sunburn that often accompanies such weekends to prove it.