Hey guys, I'm a type 1 diabetic and almost died while also not being being able to finish this "experience", let me tell you how bad it started and how bad it ended......
While visiting Boone, we made reservations the day before for like 16 people and they said that would work. Our time was for 1 pm and then we later found out it was moved to 1:30pm (fine, no promblemo). We then got there promptly at 1:20pm only to not find a parking spot. So we had to get creative and almost kill our car trying to park somewhere we thought was safe then BOOM there is a large hole unknown to the common eye. But hey we got a spot. So now we're checking in, and that's going okay, I guess. After we checked in, we had to wait so much that they gave us free unlimited tubbing, nice recovery. With other people getting in the water ahead of along with no reservation, we sat waiting for our turn. Our turn comes at almost 4 pm. We got our canoes, and set sail. Me and my uncle were in a canoe together have a decent time in the back of the pack. Of course paddling our canoe took a tool on me and my diabetes, had a low blood sugar. That's fine I had my materials took glucose tabs. Now in my mind and from what I heard this would take more that like 3 hours, so I packed according. ( also neither me or my uncle had a phone for this) the water had a lot of shallow spots where we might've had to go out and push or put more effort to paddle our way through and after about an hour or two my canoe and my moms and grandpas were in dead last, not really even close to half way point. Hope you're still reading my traumatic time. So me and my uncle would take turns on who got out an pushed, such a hassle, but it gave us time to think. Both me and him made the mistake of wearing flip flops (our fault here) so those broke fast. Coming up at like 3 or 4 hours ( idek, I lost track of all time at this point) I was feeling a low blood sugar coming on, woah now I'm about out and might not be able to treat another low. It was either getting dark or already dark, we were over it at the point. Coming up we see me mom and grandpa had capsized their canoe ( they obvi did this themselves) so we come to the rescue and help their canoe drain of water with our strong arms. Well actually I just watched and used this problem to steal my moms phone (smart on my part). I captured a few moments but sadly her phone was at like 20%. There canoe was back in action and they passed us again. More time passes, we want out. We lost the rest of our group. We're tired, done, and famished. Rut roo, I feel another low blood sugar and now I have to take half the normal amount Bc that's all that I had left and I also had to eat my sacred risekrispy, just so I would not pass out and DIE. At this point I am using my mothers phone to communicate with my dad who already finished somehow. Oh and there is awful connection out there ( not sure why it would be good) so he's telling me to look for these landmarks I have yet to see. Telling him my blood sugar is feeling like it's dropping. At this point I want to say it's ab 9pm, almost pitch black and a phone that has been alive and dead for a bit. Now me and my uncle make the executive decision to park our canoe and try to get a ride back from one of the houses ( we looked at a map and we were maybe a good hour from the half way point) we had to climb a hill that was muddy and gross, I wore the flip flops I stole from my mom and gave my uncle one of my good flops and we were off in the woods. Walked a bit and found a house with lights on and asked him to take us back. He did. And while taking us back telling us how it's happened before, more than once!!!! We got back to our spot at about 10:30pm ( we were at this joint for 9 hours ) and everyone was waiting. Incoming hug from mother, and her getting into her purse which had extra sugar for me. Very traumatizing. Never got any kind of refund. Sorry this was so long, just hope you never go here. read more