Finally we were on our way. We towed the ski boat behind the houseboat in search of the perfect beach. All the perfects spots were taken, so we settled for a nearly perfect spot.
After we got the boats "parked," we were all roasting hot and decided to cool off. The slippery slide was up on the upper deck.
The lake didn't feel crowded as it has in the past. We spent lots of time kneeboarding and skiing. I tried to slalom, but the strength in my hands is GONE. I couldn't get up. Michael heard and felt something pop in his hamstring when he attempted. Boy, getting old sucks. Bruce and Janet both skied, and Quinn, Alex, and Zack kneeboarded.
The perfect spot for jumping/diving was just around the corner from our houseboat. People driving by would stop to watch or join us. This was about 15 to 20 feet high. It looked easy until you stood on top and looked down. Alex tried to summon up his courage for three days, but he never did jump. Poor guy. I think he stood up there for an hour at one point but just couldn't do it.
Here's proof that I even jumped. Got water up my nose and halfway into my brain and eye sockets.
Our lovely home. We spent time skipping rocks, lounging around in tubes/floaties, and getting really sunburned.
The co-captain.
Awww....we love Lake Powell! Looks like a great trip!
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