It's been far too long since I went to Lake Powell. I was worried I would never go again and that I definitely would never has as much fun as I did with the good ole' Rovigs and company. We had some good times down there. I often dream about going again and would go with almost anyone who invited me, probably even if it was Wanda Barzee. (kya, 2010)
But thankfully the Utley family invited me instead. They are very welcoming and had no problem bringing a couple of strangers to their family reunion. I felt like a part of the family almost instantly, after the initial hateful judging looks we got as we rolled up. We were all best friends by the end. As soon as we got out of our denimstuff and into our swimsuits the fun literally never stopped.
We ate way too many punch bags.
We formed a weird club, weird because Riana was the president. We all just followed her around and did whatever she wanted.
We had book club that lasted about 3 minutes before we were all either hot, asleep or bored.
And Riana and I kayaked to some cliffs and got real good and sore. Later we became bioracers and kayaked bodies across the lake, Cary and I won. I am such a good bioracer.
We played a lot of scrabble and used way too many fake 2-letter words. And watched an anti-climatic lunar eclipse. Thanks to Pat and the fam. It's risky to go on trips with strangers, but I learned that strangers aren't as bad as my parents used to tell me. Strangers don't always mean danger.