Words cannot begin to describe the fun we had at Lake Powell.
A big thank you to the Preston family (who we love dearly) for inviting us.
Taylor and I got some nice sun and had such a relaxing time enjoying the water.
A few things I'll always remember from this trip:
Waverunners, wake-boarding, boating, swimming, bathing in a lake, cliff jumping, playing in the sand, playing board games, sleeping under the stars on the top of the houseboat, beautiful thunder and lightening storms over the lake, and laying in the hot hot sun.
Some memories in more detail:
I'll always remember being so scared to jump off of the cliff into the water. It looked so scary from up on the top! Sweet Karlee Preston (who had already jumped once) told me she would jump and show me how easy it was. So...she jumped. But she came up sobbing. She had smacked her tailbone right on the water. That was great motivation for me. Haha But then little eight-year-old Mark jumped like it was no big deal. So I knew I had to go. I took a deep breath, and just jumped. It was so scary, so exhilarating, and so much FUN all compiled into one! (minus the fact that my ear smacked the water, and I thought I had blown out my eardrum...ha).
I'll always remember sleeping under the stars and being shocked at how much the Preston littles knew about astronomy...they made fun of me for knowing so little. ;)
I'll always remember sweet kisses and "I love yous" on the lake from my best friend and wonderful husband.
I'll always remember beating my husband at wake-boarding skills. There are only two things that I can claim that I'm better at than him: wake-boarding and ultimate frisbee. Although, he doesn't agree with the second one. So I guess in his mind, up until this trip, he thought he was better at everything than me. ;) At least I can claim wake-boarding now. I just wish he wasn't so dang good at everything.
I'll always remember tubing with little Brooke Preston. We hit a pretty hard wave...and being as light as we were...we went flying. I did a complete back flip into the water after being thrown into the air. Poor Brooke had some small injuries, and wasn't so happy about that experience. But after she got some Mom-loving, we laughed about how funny it really was.
As for pictures? Well, I decided just to bring my phone for pictures. But I didn't really think that through....because it died on the first night. Ha.
But I know there were lots of pictures taken from other people, so once those are up, I can steal some and post more about the trip :)
Taylor and I made two decisions while we were in Lake Powell:
1. We will have a house-boat (our goal is in the next five years).
2. Our kids will learn to fall in love with Lake Powell just like we have.