I don't think I've ever written up an actual full length post about Lake Powell. That's probably because when we get home, we're all scrambling to get everything put away and in order so we can get into real life again.This time, I'm thumb typing it into my phone as we drive toward Cedar City. We are driving through a heavy duty rain storm, and a bolt of lightning just cracked directly over the truck--light and noise together.
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I can't go through this area without feeling drawn to it. I really grew to love southern Utah when I went to school here. It's not that I don't appreciate other landscapes. I just have a soft spot in my heart for these wide sage and juniper dusted valleys. I especially love the fall and spring, when yellow blooms accent the waves of green. (It must have been all the walks and bike rides. I have a similar soft spot for Logan...)
We had rain while we were at the lake, too, but were never out in anything more than a light sprinkle.
Besides talking about weather, what do people say when they write about a trip to Lake Powell?
This was our first trip solo as a family of five. I have to admit that I was a bit nervous heading out. Let's be honest, though. I'm nervous before any trip. Period.
It turned out great. We spent a good amount of time out boating with a new
The ski trainer is like an inflatable child-sized jet ski with built in skis. The only part of the skis that are visible are the open bindings that kids put their feet in. There is a ripe attached to the front if the trainer which goes toward the boat, and there is a much shorter handle placed
perfectly for kids to get used to holding the handle while waterskiing.
Lucy and Gabe were all over it. One afternoon when Gabe and Charlie had both fallen asleep, Lucy skied until her muscles got too sore. Brian has a knack for finding and acquiring
So the kids had all the fun this trip. Not having another adult spotter, we just let them do all the riding behind the boat this time. Brian and I did get some swimming in, though.
Our last night on the boat was sort of one of those made for TV moments where a little sentimental music and closeups of me and Brian exchanging proud looks--as we notice the kids' bravery and hear the funny things they say--would've been perfect.
Charlie wasn't as excited about the water this trip as Gabe and Lucy were. I kept reminding them that he's only two years old, but they were still VeRY disappointed when he didn't want to go down the water slide alone. He did swim with all of us on the last night, though. I personally, think it took him several days to get over having to wear a life jacket. I think that his refusal to swim was mostly on principle.
