18 Oct Lake Powell
We look forward to this one week all year long. The one week where there are no electronics or phones and only family and our closest friends on the water. The week where we are slathered in sun screen and jumping in the water every 10 minutes cool off from the 110 degree heat. Living out of coolers and a backpack. Sleeping under the stars on top of the houseboat surrounded by 16 of the most wonderful people you could imagine.
This is our week in Lake Powell.
This is our amazing friend, Dave, who graciously invites us to invade his houseboat each year. He’s responsible for some of our children’s fondest childhood memories and for that, we are eternally grateful.
I mean, come on! There is no where in the world more beautiful.
Her three loves in life. Her daddy. Boomer, the dog. Lake Powell.
Mathew taught the other kids and Mommies how to play Monopoly Deal. But watch it, he takes no prisoners.
While her brother was on top of the boat dealing cards all day, this precious one was on the beach collecting shells and playing in the sand.
One of the few times the electronics were allowed.
They were being the propellers. And they totally rocked.
This year we took a ride to the ruins. It was my first time visiting and I was amazed. The water was low enough this year to unveil the valley that is normally under water, so we got to see how it might have looked when the Native Americans were living in these cliffs. Complete with a huge beaver swimming up the stream.
Ah, here’s my hubby and daughter driving our boat. The best view in the world. I can smell the sunscreen and Twizzlers now and I yearn for summer to be back already.
Dave, you are an amazing person. We can’t thank you for this incredible week each year.