Lake Powell

That's right folks, Lake Powell. You know what that means? Summer is officially here! We were lucky enough to be invited back to attend the Adam's Annual family trip. These guys know how to have a good time. We laughed so hard at all their stories, made new friends, and are so grateful to Rick and Cheryl for inviting us once again to their houseboat.

Wednesday night after work we loaded up the Honda, grabbed a couple foot longs from Subway and made our journey to the glorious Lake Powell. We arrived after dark to find the lower parking is closed. WHAT? That has never happened in our seven years of going to Powell together. We parked what seemed forever away and there wasn't a cart in sight. We filled our hands as full as we could and started to walk down to the houseboat. Thankfully, we found one about halfway down the path. We arrived to the houseboat as everyone was getting ready for bed. We layed our our "plush" mats, crawled into our "cozy" sleeping bags and got some shut eye. Sun up comes early.

Thursday at sun up, all the early birds are up to catch them some waves. As Garrett calls the early morning water - BUTTER.

We went to Warm Creek to wakeboard then headed back for breakfast. After our tummies were full and a morning nap, we were ready to hit the lake! We busted the surf boards out first, Jordan and Christian even went double. We came back to the house boat and played on the slide, jumped off the side, and swam in the um, warm? water.

Friday we headed to Cookie Jar. We blew up FOUR tubes and loaded about 12 people on them. I've never laughed so hard before. You know you've been tubing when you come back with a couple bruises. Small price to pay.
We found a rock sticking out of the water and decided to swim to it. Later that night it was time for a round of B-I-N-G-O Royal Carribean style. And it wouldn't be Lake Powell without a big bowl of homemade ice cream. We were pooped. We played hard and slept hard. I slept like a rock.

Saturday was a quiet morning. You could tell the effects of Lake Powell were wearing on everyone. We packed a lunch and headed back to Cookie Jar. We owned that cove. We were the only two boats in there. We took our turns wake boarding and surfing, everyone needed to use the floating pooper, and Garrett decided he wanted to start his wakeboarding from there. We threw out the QUAD tubes again and were bounced around till our ams fell off. We headed to Antelope for the best pizza around to stuff our faces.

Since Fathers Day was the next day, Garrett and I decided to call it early and head out that night. We made the hike to our car and arrived home around midnight.
Thank you Lake Powell, you are always good to us.
Thank you all of the Adams family, we had a blast. Hopefully we'll see you on the cruise!