It turned out to be our last Lake Powell trip this past weekend unbeknownst to us. If you recall from my last post about our last Lake Powell trip, we ended up with a tow out of a canyon when our boat broke down. This was our view:
It was painful for me to fork out the money to pay for boat repairs but I really wanted it fixed to vacation with my sister and her family. It's funny isn't it how some things you don't mind paying for but other things it REALLY HURTS to write those checks for. I'm sure all of you can think of things that you wouldn't bat an eye at handing cash or the debit card over to pay for something but it's like having the money ripped out of your hands to pay for other things. (I just saw my airconditioning bill today and I'm dying... I raised the temperature in the house a couple more degrees... poor Brett was already struggling).
But we love Lake Powell and the boys have so much fun there so we could not miss our August trip. We were assured that the boat was in good working order. So much for assurances. Brett was already down at Powell on a job and while I was driving down with kids he tested it out with his dad. After only 30 minutes he knew something was wrong. By the time I got down there he was waiting for someone to pick up the boat to take it to a shop to get it checked out.
Worse yet, my sister came down with the flu and could not come. She sent her personal chef instead (her husband Drew) with all the food sacrificing her own comfort as he could have stayed home and taken care of her instead of enjoying the company of loud noisy kids, being locked out of the houseboat the first night and sleeping up top in the cold with no bed or blankets, standing on a dock for 3 hours waiting to find out about the status of our boat and loading and unloading the millions of containers on and off the houseboat. April and Drew your certificates of honorary sainthood are in the mail.
But you have to make the best of your situation even when things don't turn out as you planned. I was sooo grateful that the day we arrived it was not blazing down on us as we waited on the dock to find out what was going to happen with our boat. Ominous clouds kept circling around close by but never rained on the dock. Instead we were rewarded with this beautiful view:
Not having a fast boat means a slower pace like...
building sand castles or in this case, a sand roller coaster:
sneaking up on people from under the houseboat:
sitting by the campfire:
and of course... swimming (or splashing) in the water:
Brett's parents came down on Saturday and towed our boat back (our car can't pull the boat). So hopefully it will be fixed properly this time... but it means we are done for this season.
Powell is still on some boys' minds however, for when I called them up for lunch today I turned around and saw this...
I don't know how they will wait until next year. -sigh-
4 comments:
I am soooo sad I missed my last trip of the season! I did kind of giggle tho to hear that Drew was locked out all night because he didn't want to wake you up. He is so thoughtful like that and resourceful too, using life jackets as blankets.
Sigh...next year! Before Broc leaves on his mission. GOSH! That makes me sound so old!
we were cracking up too. Here's Drew shivering up top cause he didn't want to wake US up... and here we are inside awake most of the night shivering because we thought Drew was asleep in his room with all the blankets and WE didn't knock on his door cause we didn't want to wake HIM up. hahaha!!!!
WF: versate I wonder if that is the root for versatile? like Drew. hahaha!!
I think next year I want to be on the top of the "take my friends to Powell" trip! I am sorry about your boat (or shall we call it Brett's boat when it is broken?!)!
That is what made me so sad and mad about the boat still being broken. Our next Powell trip for this year was supposed to be with you guys!!! dang boat mechanics!!!
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