lake powell

Every September, we spend a few glorious days at Lake Powell.  Lake Powell happens to be one of my favorite places on earth ... and if you combine that with perfect weather, warm water, and fabulous friends, then I'm one happy girl.  And, even better, my family loves this trip as much as I do.

Here are the stats ... 
- five families
- four boats
- four days
- endless sunshine and smooth water
- hours of waterskiing, wakeboarding, tubing, kneeboarding and cliff-jumping
- plenty of aching muscles after all the afore-mentioned activities
- countless laughs, wipe-outs and memories
- (And usually a blown-out tire or two on the way there or back ... it was the Tates and Grahams this year)

Here's a photo re-cap of our trip ...

Wild tube rides:

Great cliff jumping:

A backflip by Emery:



We all skied to our hearts' content:

Em, Sam and Luke loved kneeboarding:

We celebrated Luke's 8th birthday:

Ben learned how to "surf":

Emery and I learned how to wakeboard:

Emery did some sweet tricks:

I did a sweet faceplant:

But I wasn't the only one who tumbled into that beautiful lake:

Ahhh, what a great trip!