Back on the “Lake”. Lake Powell, that is. I have a hard time calling it a lake, since it’s the reservoir that destroyed what should be a National Park, Glen Canyon. As the water in the lake drops and drops (it’s dropped quite a bit since my last visit), it’s fun to see these side canyons revealed, and nature healing itself. We are seeing wildlife and native plants thriving, and trash (once thrown in the lake as if that would make it disappear forever) being hauled away. We hauled trash away. We got stuck in some pretty deep mud, which was hysterical since my date was a bit precious about it, and we found a nice slot to explore again later.
We traveled by cruiser, then dinghy to get to this pretty remote spot, but while we were out there we encountered a family with three young children who traveled out by paddle board from Lone Rock beach north of Wahweap! The father of the family paddled each kid out one-by-one! Because the water is still quite cold, the kids enjoyed playing endless fetch in the sand with the dog. As the sun set, the father then rowed each kid back to the opposite beach, one-by-one. I was impressed by his effort.
It was a really pleasant February day!