This was my third time spending a birthday at Lake Powell. I've turned 8, 18 and now 30 in that beautiful part of the world. When I was young, we spent much time in the summer at Lake Powell. I looked forward to it every year, and was disappointed if we didn't go at least twice. This year, I tried to convince my dad it was time to go back. He insisted he was too old (well he is almost 54!) but promised to teach Jed, Lance and Chuck the ropes. He and Lance and Katie remodeled the boat (did you know boats could be remodeled?) and made it look so sweet. And guess what? We did it. We went without my dad and we made it! That is not to say we didn't miss him. The true heroes were my mom and aunt Shana who watched our babies. Because babies at Lake Powell=misery like unto standing in line at the DMV.
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