Every muscle in my body is sore.
Which means, Lake Powell 2009 was a complete success and I am one happy girl!
I got a late start on Thursday night. After loading my niece and nephew in the car, we picked up my adorable friend and sanity granter, Heidi, and drove four hours to St. George where we stayed the night with my grandparents. We woke super early and drove the remaining two hours to Wahweap Marina in AZ.
I am NOT a morning person. This was the best I could manage...
These two adorable children, belonging to my older sister, stole a small piece of my sanity but were fairly good for the drive down.
After getting picked up by my parents at the marina, we headed to home base — home base being a two story houseboat loaded with 14 other people.
We unloaded our stuff and immediately headed back out on the lake to wake board. Why waste precious time right?
I did the best I had ever done! Which means I stayed up for a minute and a half. GO ME!
My pops is a major bad ass. 57 and still rocking the wake board!
Heidi driving the boat like the pro she is.
The second day we took a trip to a beautiful area called Navajo Canyon. When I was little I used to make faces and creatures out of the rock formations. I still do, only now my imagination is not quite as creative and may have a slight PG-13 rating to it.
My adorable mother.
Later that day my cousin Jenni invited our other cousin M.E., Heidi, and myself to ride on some crazy four person tube. Immediately I thought of the countless times I have been whipped to death on tubes while the driver laughs menacingly. But I shook it off, and said yes to the adventure!
Here we are flying through the air at warp speed, at least that is how it felt. We clung to the handles as if our lives depended on it, because they did.
And here we are after we stopped, smiling because we knew we would live to see another day.
I’d like to say I slept like a rock after all of the fun and adventure, but I was so sore that I couldn’t sleep. I was wide awake at 3 am the last night so I went outside to look at the stars. There was no moon, no clouds and no breeze to speak of. The water was black and it stretched out to the shore across the cove from it. The rocky cliffs that lined the horizon were a dark gray that reached up to the night sky which was littered with billions of stars. It was absolutely beautiful! My words do not even begin to do it justice. But take my word, there is nothing quite like it.
Sunday morning we woke early, packed up and started the slow treck back to the marina on the houseboat. Heidi and I sat on top, feeling like we were on a cruise ship.
Oddly enough this is the only picture of us not in our bikinis.
Ahh Lake Powell. My water heaven! My happy place! My sanity builder! How I will miss you!
Until we meet again next year, thanks for the memories!