Lake Powell Part II

Some of my fondest childhood memories are of boating trips to Lake Powell.

Life seemed so simple and carefree.

We always went with a certain family and had such a good time together.

Sometimes we'd sleep on the boat. Other times in a tent or motor home. We didn't really care. We were just happy to be there.

So, now some 20+ years later, my Dad decided it was time to go again.

And this time, we got to share it with our kids too.

There's something so therapeutic about basking in the sun, digging in the sand, playing in the water for hours on end, and sleeping under the stars.

Our kids particularly liked driving the waverunners, riding the tube, searching for seashells, burying each other in the sand, and building campfires each night.

I loved visiting with my sisters and their families and seeing what wonderful parents they are.

This might have to be our new tradition.

Thanks Dad, and everyone who helped make this a great trip!

Lake Powell Part I

Last week, we had a partial family reunion in Lake Powell compliments of my Dad.

Fortunately, Brad was able to think beyond the 20 hour car ride with four kids and make a fun trip out of it, stopping along the way to enjoy the scenery and go on some gorgeous hikes. The kids LOVED it, despite the DVD player being broken.

I wasn't able to think beyond traveling with five kids all packed in a minivan like sardines for 20 hours. So, Ruby and I flew to Phoenix and drove 4 1/2 hours to Lake Powell with my sister Jenny and her family.

thumb sucker

I may change my mind about this someday, but for now, I think one of the sweetest sights in the world is Ruby sucking her thumb.

I love to open her bedroom door in the morning and see her lying there sucking away. None of our other children have been thumb suckers, so we're all entranced by it.