Okay so it was 36 degrees when we got up this morning, and barely broke 60 at the warmest. I thought for sure I would regret my life choices to book a whitewater rafting trip as the main activity for our last day in Glacier… BUT it was bright and sunny! And they had wetsuits and neoprene booties and waterproof jackets! And also, shouldn’t every vacation push you outside your comfort zone at least a little?! Turned out great. I didn’t die of hypothermia. No one (who didn’t want to) fell out of the boat. And we saw a marten catch a giant fish from the shore. Everyone won (but mostly our boat because yes it was a race).