The first week of June we took our annual Lake Powell trip. My family has been going there since long before I was born…so it’s a bit of a tradition. As a kid, one of my favorite things about going was that every year we would have some crazy stories to tell. Nothing crazy happened this year, and the adult in me is thankful.
Here are just a few of the pictures from our trip.
These two were taken from the house boat as we motored up the lake.
First day on the house boat, and my graceful daughter already has a battle wound. Face meets storage bin.
Have I mentioned that Colton is a lover. Proof positive right here. Smooching a waterdog.
The water was cool, but refreshing. Usually it’s way too cold when we go to really enjoy any type of swim.
My brother always has the best ideas. Lawn chair in the lake. Beer in the hand. Who needs anything else?
These last few are pictures from inside our little cove.
