Lake Powell

So, this post is the start of a succession of posts regarding prior occurrences I neglected to blog about-- and I haven't yet perfected that getting all of the pictures into one post thing with the little comments underneath... so multiple posts will have to suffice for now.

First, LAKE POWELL!

And really first-- THE DRIVE TO LAKE POWELL!
So, apparently Lake Powell is a lot bigger than Tim and I thought. Well, I really didn't even know it existed except for I vaguely remember driving over it on the way to a certain Grand Canyon vacation. We were going to be staying on Tim's friend's family's houseboat and it was going to rock. We arrive at the docks after an 8-hour drive through NOWHERE (Southern Utah is.... bleh). Only to find out an hour later that we've gone to the wrong dock... we though, alright, hey, another hour drive will get us around, right? Well too bad there are no roads that will take you around the lake. You have to go all the way back to the interstate, around, swiggle around some mountains, go through some insane canyon passes where it is literally straight cliffs on either side... and all of this in the middle of the night. It was QUITE the adventure. A nice couple at the wrong docks gave us 100 bucks to see us through the night in case we needed to stop anywhere and get a hotel. We ended up camping for a few hours when I was just too exhausted to keep my eyes open. It was worth it though, because we woke up in the most beautiful valley and drove all morning. We finally arrived at the lake, after ten more hours of driving.... and had a GREAT TIME! Brock's family was so awesome to us, and there were friends and cousins and it was a blast. I jumped off a cliff! And learned to wake-surf (kind of) and we rode Jetskis and did tons of other cool stuff. But I think both of us realized a few days in that lake trips aren't REALLY our thing so we headed home early so Tim could get back to work and I could get a bunch of stuff done before the real road trip.

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