We just hung around Lake Powell today and did nothing. We haven't had a day like this in quite a while. We got up this morning and read books, cooked breakfast, etc. until it got too hot to stand. Then we headed down to the lake. Lake Powell is a deep lake with canyon walls, so there aren't really any beaches like a typical lake, so finding a swim spot can be a bit challenging as we discovered. We parked near the marina and walked across the rocks to see if we could find a spot. The first place we found was this tiny sand pit deep in a hole in the rock. Bailey lost her footing and had no chance of recovery and just slid right in. So, we kind of followed suit – Phill being the most graceful of the three of us. There was a little ledge to get in the water, but it was going to be quite difficult to get in and out of (and had fish a little large for comfort for me swimming around). We decided it would probably be smartest to look elsewhere. Phill basically pushed me from behind until I could get up high enough to catch my footing to get out. Bailey was next and then Phill kind of ran and jumped and climbed his way out. I know it doesn't sound real graceful, but it was surprisingly impressive.
We walked a little further and found a nice rock ledge that flattened out for us to swim off of. Bailey was having the time of her life. And she's discovered how to jump into the water, rather than slowly walking in. It's like a whole new world opened up for her. I think this has been her favorite part of the trip so far! It was the ideal picture of leisure for us today. Swim a little, dry off on the rock ledge, jump off the rock ledge, drink a beer or two...wish you all were here!
We got back to the campsite tonight and realized that the wind broke our stupid tent poles. First water leaks in when it rains, then it crumbles with wind...what a cheap tent. Phill took some cardboard and string and rigged it back together. We dubbed it Gimpy now.
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