Our annual Summer Lake Powell trip was rudely interrupted when our boat was hit by another boat during the off-season. Not all was lost as we were able to make it down there a little later than usual and went this past month. I had never been in Septemeber but had heard really good things.
The weather was perfect...warm, bright and sunny during the day, while cool and calm at night. It was never too hot to be out on the beach or up on top of the house boat. I loved it and think I'd prefer just going in September from now on. The Lake was less crowded which is always better and the best part was that the water was a warm 80 degrees.
My Auggy is very determined. He will sit at the piano to figure out a song with both hands until he has it. He will kick a soccer ball till the cows come home until he reaches the amount of goals he has set for himself. He will do his homework, erase it all if messes up and stay at his desk before doing anything else until it is done. So, what do you think he did on the boat while fishing? It wouldn't take very long at Powell. There are fish everywhere. Well, we forgot a pole. So, my inventive MacGuyver Father made a net of sorts out of netting, duct tape a a five gallon bucket. Auggy had the bait covered and threw bread into the water from sun-up to almost sun down. The whole beach was lined with pieces of uneaten bread. I told my Dad he was crazy if he thought he'd be able to catch a fish with that contraption. Wrong thing to say to my Dad.
After hours and hours standing on the front of the boat, rummaging up scraps of food for bait, eyeing tons of fish and waiting for his Dad to catch him a fish...Tyler left and went out skiing. Aug was left wishing, and hoping and praying. Then Grandpa came to his rescue late in the afternoon and after about 20 minutes had Auggy not just one fish, but two!
Here is the Quinnerbear riding on the Jimmy Jam. Do you remember being a kid and not being able to wait for the next chance to get out on the ski boat? I do! I remember being relentless, annoyingly persistent in my badgering to get someone to take me back out on the boat. I rememeber my Dad, almost getting upset, telling me that we had just got back and people were going to eat and rest and then we'd go back out. Those were the worst words ever! Likewise, my little fish pestered the adults to go back out, just like her Mama. But, look at this girl, she rocks my socks with her mad skills.
She also tried wake boarding for the first time all by herself. She got up everytime, and by the second day got up and stayed up. We didn't video the second day, but these were her first attempts and she still was up every time! Tyler took Auggy surfing with him-a reluctant Auggy agreed which was miracle and ended up really liking it too.
No, it's getting to hold the flag and sit at the front of the boat.
We left really early Sunday morning so we could enjoy the whole day Saturday. It was dark when we left the Lake, so that first part of the drive we got to watch the sun come up. It was really beautiful and a perfect way to cap off our adventure. And a successful trip to the Lake is always measured by how quickly after you get loaded for the trip home that the kids all fall asleep.
I often feel after our annual trip to Powell, that it was the "best trip ever." This one was no different. We were only there for half of the week and would have liked to stay longer, but apart from that, this was the best trip ever!