Growing up my memories of lake powell include lots of hot sand, sun burns, and alot of fun. I'd hear people rave about how much they loved powell. I mean i enjoyed it, but wasn't quite ready for the "L" word. A fear of commitment may have played a part, but I slowly started realizing the twitterpatted powell lovers visited a different lake than my family and I. Their lake involved naps in an air conditioned house boat, taking a shower, and a rooftop to sleep on. My relationship with the lake was taken to another level this last trip when I found myself sitting on a couch watching game six of the nba finals on a flat screen tv that had nothing behind it but the sun setting on canyon walls and water. Oh how things suddenly changed when the hours goofing around on burning beaches were replaced with hours goofing around on wave runners. There might be something to this whole "houseboat" idea.
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Yay another post from you! It's crazy how different the expierence can be depending on the lodging. Camping vs. Felsteds' houseboat. Hmmmmmm....I wonder which to chose.
TRUE! It is SOOOO weird! I'm bummed we didn't go! it sounds like you guys had fun. JEALOUS
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