And it's summer again...

My family has been going to Lake Powell every summer since I was a little girl. First with friends, then we got our own speedboat. Then came our first houseboat that had the 70's looking furniture and was half the size of the houseboats next to us. It had a charm to it. Then years ago, we got the houseboat that we have now. I think of it as my home away from home. When we were younger, we would beach camp a couple times a summer along with trips out with the houseboat. But as we have all grown up, our lives have gotten busy. We only make it down for our houseboat weeks now. Luckily this year we have three. 

The lake holds so many memories for me in the walls of the canyons and out in the bay. Catching lizards, going to get ice cream at Halls, feeding ducks and the carp unintentionally, fireworks over the water, making forts, digging holes and filling them with water to make a warm mud pit, skinny dipping, night swimming, dancing to music on top of the houseboat, exploring Moki canyon, going through the craziest storms including one where we spent the night all crammed in our speedboat with the covers on after heaps of sand had blown in. Another where we literally picked up camp in thirty seconds and rushed out of Moki canyon as we were still pulling our anchor out to escape a mud/stick slide that was coming straight for us...

I had been laying in the boat along with Steph where we were camping at the very end of Moki canyon and Joseph, Michael, my mom and dad were exploring the end where the water was drying up. All of a sudden I heard this faint yelling but I couldn't make out what they were saying. I sat up as it got louder and louder and I started to understand them. They were yelling, "Run! Quick! Get everything in the boat!" I saw them run around the corner and right on their tails was this stick/mud avalanche filling the water and spreading towards us. It was almost comical to watch them booking it to reach the boat before it did. It came out of the middle of nowhere. As we escaped with it right on our tail, a man yelled from a houseboat that we passed, "What the hell did you guys do?" We still laugh about that but I don't envy the rest of the time they spent in that spot with sticks/logs everywhere trying to get out. We felt pretty legit escaping that one unscathed. 007 Style.

This is just one of many stories that make me smile when I think about Lake Powell. This trip was more relaxed, nothing too crazy. Lots of downtime, Smores, glowsticks, and naps. I love seeing the lake for the first time as the drive comes to an end. The lake comes into view and it's summer again.  

Fastest way to get a tan? Roll in the sand.

Greg and I dug out this fire pit/pokey free zone.

This grin says, "I want to burn something."

My dad agrees.