Lake Powell

We went to Lake Powell this weekend to hang out with the JERCS. I love Lake Powell. I haven't been there in years, but it still occupies a special place in my heart because we went there as a family so often when I was a child. My dad and grandpa always said, "the only rule at Lake Powell is have fun!" I remember being amazed and humbled at how many billions of stars dotted the night sky. I loved the stark contrasts there: hot air, cool lake; red red rocks, blue blue water and sky. I loved feeding ice cream to the carp, sleeping on the boat (I even semi-enjoyed the sensation of my sweaty skin pealing off the seats), bouncing up and down on the bow, and of course, water skiing, wake boarding, tubing, etc.

I was excited to take my own children to Powell, and hoped that they would fall in love with the place as well. I think we're well on our way. They had a lot of fun. Eliana loved playing in the water, finding "sea shells", playing in the sand, and staring at the water while riding on the boat. William tried hard to be in the water at all times. I had to keep a close watch on the boy. He loved playing in the sand (and eating it too), and was thrilled to be on a boat.

They both had so much fun playing with their relatives (thanks Brookie, Madison, Danny, Louie, and friends for being such good sports), and we had fun too. The kids slept like champs in the tent. I had a harder time (especially the second night, thanks to one particularly obnoxious party girl who had THE LOUDEST VOICE EVER and repeated the same disgusting phrase about eight times in a row...but I digress).

I meant to take a long exposure shot of the stars, but I fell asleep while putting the kids to bed the second night and missed my opportunity. I guess we'll have to go back...maybe without the party girls, though :)