Lake Powell Trip

The Spot we got was amazing. It was the same place we camped last year... but we didn't think it would be available on such a busy weekend. We drove straight to Gunsight and what do you know- our hidden little cove was waiting for us. This was such a private beach and so perfect for the eight of us. Hopefully it's waiting for us next year too!


The first night we were there it Poured on us all night. Craig and I didn't get any sleep because we were so worried about all the food and everything getting soaked. I have never been in a storm like that before. It was quite an adventure and made for good memories! We actually survived with not too much damage. It did Rain on us every night/day after that- but in between the rain and Thunder storms we had some awesome Sun and amazing times.
The boys (Matt, Craig, Jake, Chase, and Rory) had fun being boys. Fishing all day every day. Seeing how far they could hit Golf balls off the beach. Gathering wood. Fitting as many bodies on one Tube as humanly possible. Starting Fires. Betting on Horseshoes. And we can't forget the Mustache madness. (I guess I can give him one week a year that he can look like he belongs on Super Troopers... or worse!)
The Girls (Season, Me... and baby girl, and Brittany... and baby ?) had fun being entertained by the boys and their boyish activities. But we did do our share of Fishing. We organized the Camp kitchen- and made sure our men got their share of Food. Season did get to go Tubing which made us pregos pretty jealous... but it was still fun to watch!

This is our Boat packed full of bodies and Stuff. I don't know how we made it. Thanks to Craig and his packing Skills we made it in just one trip!
The Fish were definitely biting. Us girls held our own with the fish quota- but the boys caught the winning fish. Rory caught a huge Striper that put all our other fish to shame.

Honey I definitely got the biggest catch this day. It was a big upset when the only girl on the boat who "doesn't even know what she's doing" caught every fish that night. The boys didn't even catch one. But I have to say... Craig was pretty dang proud of his wifey!