After a hurried women's retreat weekend of girl gab, an Elton John rock concert, bracelet beading and 5k running, 6 of my best girls and I retreated to the Cedar River for a tubing experience that is taken but once every decade but should be a regular requirement. No agenda, no men, no brain power...and no bikini tops as demonstrated by my hammock-sharing friend.
Our forced-to-drift afternoon was filled with peace, meditation and hysterical laughter followed immediately by muscle relaxation, brain cell recuperation and laughter induced swimsuit urination, in that order. The quiet of the river current can only lullaby a mother to sleep as if she were a restless infant. The sun was abnormally warm and the river bends endless. We started our journey friends but ended it sisters. We encountered man-eating trees, alcohol-drinking teenage boys not willing to share and shallow, rocky river bottom.
If there is anything to take your stress down to 40 below zero, just combine a half dozen inner-tubes, women with 3 hours of freedom and a lazy, summer river and you have one week's worth of relaxation in Hawaii all wrapped up into one inexpensive afternoon.
But if there is a need to place the proverbial cherry on top, get yourself a decent hammock, an open, empty field and one priceless friend. My cherished friend and I laid all our cares on the table that afternoon in a slow-swinging hammock in the middle of nowhere. The breeze was dialed to "dreamy," the leaves shimmered like glitter and the shade encompassed us in laziness. We dared stay away from our families for just one more minute as we closed our eyes on our rare and heavenly day. I can't even remember the last time I melted into that worry-free zone. 
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