Lake Powell

The best worst Memorial Weekend of all time. 

It all started about 5 months ago when miss Janey Orme invited me to come to Lake Powell with her and a few of our friends over Memorial Day. I do not lie when I say that that fact alone got me through finals, without having that to look forward to I'm not sure I could have studied for Chemistry at all.

Day One:

When May 26th finally rolled around Jane and I packed up our things and got ready to head out of Logan when the unthinkable happened, Janey's sister and brother-in-law called and said that they weren't coming to Powell any more. This meant that the trip would consist of Janey, Karli, B.O.B (Janey's dad) and myself. In the span of a half an hour Chad and Kendall and Corey had gotten work off and Janey and I had packed for them so they could make it in time. 

We then all loaded up into BOB's car and headed to Hurricane for the first stop of our trip. Bob took us to these natural hot springs that poured straight out of the mountain and were nestled right next to the Ragging Virgin River. We didn't get there until midnight so it's hard to say just what the foot of slim that covered the hot pools was but I am positive it was the same Slim they used on Nickelodeon. 

Our next adventure awaited us at The Roadway Inn where all 7 of us were able to squeeze into one room and get a hot shower to get the slime off of us.

Roadway Inn

Day Two:

We left our sweet home of Roadway Inn and headed to Colorado City AKA Polygamy-ville, founded by Warren Jeffs Himself. I am POSITIVE we left planet earth when we got there, I have never seen anything like it, absolutely nuts. I'll tell you one thing though they know how to make the best ice cream and cheese I have ever had. They are also super great at staring at you as though you are the devil himself.

Once returning to planet earth we went straight to Wahweap Marina.

Take one

 When we got there we found out that the boat had no plans of starting anytime soon so we pulled out of the water found us some grass and shade and made lunch while Bob saved the day by taking the boat to get fixed.

 Take two- Bob returns with a working boat and we go find ourselves a camp site.

 We found ourselves quite the nice little camp site, LOTS of soft sand with a pretty rock backdrop.

Campsite #1

We set up shop and headed out on the water to get a little tubing in before it got dark. I thought the water was so warm, were talking Blacktail in August temperature, I was quickly informed that Lake Powell is NEVER this cold. Whatever, I was happy. Right about now was when the Powell Police pulled us over for going to fast in the no wake zone and gave us a ticket. Just minutes after that we pulled into the dock a little fast and snapped the ladder on the front of the boat clean off. Perfect.
Bob didn't bat and eye at any of this, that man may have the best attitude of anyone I have ever met.

Bob an his Tilly Hat

 We headed back to camp to find that the Ravens had gotten into our food and eaten all of our Golden Oreo's, this may have been the low point of the whole trip for me.

After that all we could do was go to bed, so that's what we did. 

Day Three: 

We woke up to sunshine, no wind, and glassy water. Hallelujah!

We busted out the wake board and got some unbelievably good runs in.

 After a few great hours we headed back to camp where we ran into none other then these two fellas.

 I headed out with them for a bit to go surf but that was right when the wind picked up so we ended up just swimming. After that little adventure I met back up with Bob and the crew to make dinner. Our goal was to BBQ chicken. What we ended up with 65mph winds. 

So Windy

Our nice sandy camp ground quickly became the worst possible chunk of land on the whole lake.

Take a look at what Chad is holding. That is our BBQ Chicken.

 Earlier in the day we had run into a young family that asked us where would be a good spot to camp, seeing as how they had never been camping before. Bob had told them a good spot but as they drove off saw that they were headed the wrong way. When the wind clocked at 65 mph and our tents blew over Bob got worried about where he had sent this little family so we abandoned our camp and set out to find them and see if we could help. Amazingly we found them in less then 10 minutes. Kendall and Chad hiked up to there tents to see if they needed any help only to find that they were sitting pretty. They were much better off then us. If anything we needed their help much much more then they needed ours. 

 None of us had any desire to go back to our camp where we would be pelted with sand so we stayed on the lake and went for a drive.

 This may have been the highlight of the trip for me. We put on Freedom by Akon and sang our hearts out as the sun set. It was like something from a dream. 

FREEDOM!

 By the time we returned to the site of Tornado Powell it was again time for bed. Seeing as how the boys tent blew over they joined us on the boat for the night.

The boys

 The tornado continued all night resulting in no sleep and lots of  yelling "Is this real life!" It was like trying to sleep with your head out of the window as you drove down the highway.

Day Four :

Wind continues.

None of us even got off the boat in fear of the sand so we went for another drive on the boat. This time it took us to Antelope Point. 

What we didn't know was that Antelope Point is home to the worlds finest white trash. The hour we spent there proved to be the funniest hour of my whole life. We were lucky enough to met Keith. Keith is most defiantly a legend at Lake Powell, I believe that he shows up at Antelope Point everyday drunk out of his mind and finds a few girls to join him on his tiny tiny Centurion, he then most likely crashes his boat. We also met Keith's side kick, sunburned hick in a cut off flannel shirt. Side kick took a liking to Chad and instructed him to "Get drunk, get wild!"

In complete shock we left Antelope Point and headed back to camp. All of our tents had been flattened

Utter Destruction

We were still getting pelted by sand so we took what we needed and moved camp sites, leaving our tents and tube there with plans of picking them up on our way out.

Tornado Powell

 Guess were we set up camp? Right next to that little family that were on their first camping trip. They really did pick a good spot.

Campsite #2

 We made dinner and smores and none of it got coated in sand!

 Day Five:
We woke up to no wind and glassy water. So we set out to get in a few more good runs. Bob is the master of the Sky Ski and I was determined to try it out so I got in the water and strapped in.

Bob Orme, master of the Sky Ski

 It wasn't the easiest thing to get into and by the time I was in I had drifted a good 100 yards away from the boat. That's when we discovered that the boat wouldn't start, again. I sat in the Sky Ski quickly drifting away hoping  that the boat would start. When it finally looked like we weren't going to get it to start I slipped out of the Ski and attempted to swim back. Turns out it is impossible to swim while dragging a Sky Ski behind you because the bottom of it is solid metal and acts like an anchor. Luckily Kendall jumped in after me and helped me pull it back to the boat against the wind. It was a good 1/4 of a mile swim back to the boat, my muscles are still sore.

Karli keeping me warm after my mile swim

 We were stranded on the boat for at least 2 hours before Sam and his tug boat showed up to pull us around to our campsites and back to the marina.

Stranded

 We showed up at our original camp to pick up our tents and tube only to find that they had all been stolen. Typical.
By the time we got back to the marina we had been with good old Sam for four hours at $250 an hour. Do the math that is $4 a minute, what a scam.
We finally got the boat back on the trailer when I made the worst prediction ever.
"The only bad thing left that could happen is a tire blowing out on the boat trailer."
What do you know it did.

 We finally got home at 3 A.M. where we passed out still in our swimsuits.
Day Six:
The curse lives on.
Chad almost hit a dear on his way home and got pulled over but luckily didn't get a ticket.
Janey and I get back to Logan so excited to take a nap. As Janey lays down on her bed it collapsed under her, and smashed her laptop that was under her bed.  All she could say was "What am I the fattest girl in town?"
 Kendall's Iphone and new head phones got smashed.

Even with all of the disasters everyone stayed positive and it ended up being the funnest weekend I have ever been apart of. So many great memories and inside jokes. Memories of Lake Powell will easily get me through finals week of fall semester.