Lake Powell

We spent a week with my parents on their houseboat at Lake Powell. This is our first trip since Andrew was a tiny baby, and we had a fantastic time. Andrew had no fear of this huge lake. Riding on the tube and wave runners, swimming in the middle of narrow canyons, going down the houseboat slide -- you name it, he was up for it.







Willa was more cautious, as always. Her most animated times were spent playing with Andrew in bed at all hours of the night (I'll never forget going in their room at 4:30 in the morning and seeing Andrew snoring away while Willa was bouncing around on all fours and tickling him -- which she had been doing since midnight...) and playing with the barn Grandma brought. Every night she had to tuck each of the animals into bed and wake them up the next morning.


She wanted nothing to do with the water on our sandy beach ("It's dirty!"), but we did manage to get her out into the deeper water behind the houseboat. There was just enough water at the bottom of the floatie to make her feel like she was swimming. She would sit like Cleopatra on her "boat" and point to where she wanted you to swim her to.



What a stud.


This was our camp site. Check out that view, would you? It was so amazing to wake up every morning to the sun rising over these huge cliffs.