In The Circle: Powell

The view from the back of the houseboat.
Last Chance Bay at its finest.

Finally found my missing camera! Yay! Next came the challenge of sifting through 300+ mostly fabulous photos to find the ones that truly capture the million highlights of that week. I can't describe how much I love this trip with our family, at our lake. There's something so pure and natural and simple, yet so awe-inspiring, about Lake Powell. It's a place where you get back to basics. Where you remember how to enjoy a sunset that's not the background of a television commercial. Where the sound of the waves lapping on the shore is more compelling than your best iTunes playlist. Where throwing rocks in the water makes Angry Birds seems stupid and boring - even to a 3 year old. Where burgers and dogs and warmed-up leftovers put a spendy dinner in a gourmet restaurant to shame.


Little Twins. It's not their first Lake Powell trip but at 14 and 12 months, they sure had a lot more fun!


Cool dudes.

Can't miss story time - even on vacation!
Please note the book title...My Mommy Hung the Moon.
Yes, I brought that on purpose. Just to remind
them that all the paranoia is really me being super-cool.

We made it out most mornings for our water-ski runs. Perfect glass. Perfect weather. I'm not sure how the adults made it through the 2am card games and still managed to get up for 7am ski runs, but we did it! And that's after full days of chasing little people. Impressive? Yes, yes it was.

Mud Princess.

Cute cousins - Brooke, Ashley and Tagg.

Tagg and Sloane had a blast. Sloane loved the mud, playing in the dirt and riding on the tube. Tagg loved the water slide, the water balloons, riding on the tube, playing with the hose, and throwing rocks into the water.