Adult Lake Powell

For our last Lake Powell trip of the year, we decided to go sans the Hoodlums. Really what kind of Mother would I be if I thought that their education wasn't as important as the Lake.......So we made a hard decision and took our friends instead. We sure missed the kids:)

Perfect spot on the Lake. Something about going after everyone should be in school makes the Lake far less crowded.



It was amazing to me, to see Daveskins in action. Usually he is a dedicated driver and I am the dedicated flagger. Whee.

Such a hottie.

The water was some of the best we have ever had. We wakeboarded the whole day long, without so much as a ripple, the first day. No one even held the flag, because we were the only boat in the bay.

We had some great friends with us. This is Mindi and Cam Maxfield.

                                                       

The Boys of the trip. Cam Maxfield, David Bailly, Cody Atkinson, and Daveskins.

                                                                    

The Girls hanging out at Rainbow Bridge. Gina Bailly, Moi, Shanna Atkinson, and Mindi Maxfield.

                                                                

David and David met a very long time ago on their mission. They are pretty funny together.

Rainbow Bridge

                         

The Whole Crew. Mindi & Cam, Shanna & Cody, Us, David & Gina

The Guys at Hole in the Rock.

The Ladies at Hole in the Rock

Mindi & Cam

Cody & Shanna

David & Gina

David Bailly trying to scale the cliff at the Overhang

Swimming at the Overhang.

We threw a tire off the boat trailer by Green River, when we were coming home. The Menfolk all put their heads together, and paid $20 to rummage through some guys buckets of bolts. It is pretty hard to find a trailer shop open in Green River on a Sunday night, but it turns out we didn't need one. With a few mismatched bolts, a half a water bottle, and some electrical tape, we were on our way!

Lucky for us, they left the toughest guy on the side of the road to protect the women, and we played a rousing game of Mexican Train in the dirt to pass the time. It was an incredible trip. One I  will never forget, and hope to repeat again.

Labor Diz-ay

Dave taped over my precious Bachelor Pad with some stupid hunting shows tonight, and I realized it only a whole hour and fifteen minutes into my smut,so alas I thought I would turn some much needed attention to the Blah-guh.

Basically,we did a lot of outdoor crap this summer, I took a million pictures, my Gram got sick, Dyl got sick, my Gram died, and now I fill every waking minute with mindless tasks, so as not to be alone with my thoughts.

I wish I could write something special about Gram, but I feel really protective of the relationship I had with her. She and I, we had a "thing." Now that she is gone, I  have an enormous amount of free time these days, that feels like a big, black, painful void. I feel it every Sunday afternoon, my days off, any time I grocery shop, or pass a Walgreens,  and every night that I walk through the parking garage and realize I have no kindred spirit to call on my way home from work, to spill the day's dirty details to. Dave's a charmer for sure, but kinda squeamish, and not really inappropriately impressed by stupid human tricks.

Man.

I can do it. One of these days......

Lake Powell is coming up, and that is always healing.