T R A D I T I O N !
I married into a family with extremely daring brothers. Remember how chilly it was on December 31, 2014? Yeah. Well, my boy was out in that cold in his baby shorts jumping into the Provo River while I sat in the snow terrified he wouldn't make it back out. I have absolutely no idea how this tradition got started, but every New Years Eve, we spend it here.
I'm getting a little ahead of myself here. By the time the actual river jump rolls around, these boys could use the cool down. Why? Dancing. Hard.
This aint no 2 step, hands in your pockets, boys on one side, girls on the other dance party. If you come, you sweat. If you come, you head bang. If you come, you are 100% guaranteed to be wishing you hadn't danced so hard the next day. Hours are spent in the basement of the Riding home or playing games upstairs with Mom & Dad Riding. Friends come. Friends of Friends. Friends of friends of friends come until we have ourselves a real party so loud the windows shake.
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