Posts Tagged ‘Good Times’

Marcy and Russ at Lake Powell - Oct. 2009There is always something magical about going to Lake Powell.

Some of our best memories (Marcy’s and Mine) as kids are from this great place.

The weather is usually warmer than it is at home, and the water is always inviting (though not so much in March).

Seems like we could go on forever talking about that one time at Lake Powell, or remember the trip when…..

We are hoping that our kids will cherish similar memories as they grow up and always remember the good times with family.

However, there comes a time when it is so good to just leave the kids home and see this magical place in a whole new light.

Marcy and Russ at Forgotton Canyon RuinsWe finally made a short trip without them. Yes, this is the first time that we have done this since Marcy and I have been married.

Seems weird, waking up, having coffee, sitting around in a chair on the back deck of the houseboat, literally doing nothing. Walk inside, mostly quiet, kind of boring (missing the kids maybe just a  little).

No, “Dad, will you take us wakeboarding?” or “Will you pull us on the tube?” or perhaps “Will you take us on the water weinee?”

Just mostly silence and peace (and quite – is that the same as silence? I think I already mentioned that one.)

That is, until the wind starts to blow.

Always seems that way, the most peaceful places can also be the most unforgiving.

The wind decided to blow all day….harder and harder as the day progressed. Dang I hate the wind, especially when I am in a boat.

Oh well, still no nagging, crying, whining (except maybe for a little from Matt and Ryan – whining)

Put out another anchor line or two, sit back and wait it out.

It was a great trip anyways, though always too short.

Even more memories created at this special place called Lake Powell and we look forward to many more.

We spent New Years at the Cabin this year (again).

Everyone had a blast snowmobiling, snowboarding, sledding, tubing, and just hanging out.

Good times with friends and family.

Mt. Timp

Colten and I drew out for the Turkey hunt this year, Russ did not. Russ was our personal guide, but by the end I think he was a little sick of us beginners. I have never hiked so much in my life. It was really frustrating this trip when we hike all the way up the mountain and on our way down, we had two run in front of Colten and were gone so fast I missed them. We got in the truck and drove up the road and seen then crossing the road.

That's me..if you can find meI realized quickly that hunting isn’t as east as it looks. Poor Russ, the opening morning he was up the mountain like a goat and me, well I was struggling. I was out of breath and coughing, I even had to stop to puke, good times! I made it up the mountain to sit for a total of 10 minutes before Russ said there were to many people and it was a waste of our time. I ended up falling and sliding most of the way down the mountain feel in a snow bank while jumping and the whole time I was laughing to myself. I really had no business being on that mountain like that.LOL

Colten on the Turkey huntColten was a good sport, we dragged him around a lot and his poor feet were frozen. he didn’t think much of waking up at 4:30 to get on the mountain by 5:30. He sure did have a blast once we stated seeing them. We were not successful but we had a blast doing this together.

The most amazing thing to me about the hunt was watching and listening to the moutain wake up in the morning. i never realized how many birds there really are in the woods. The owls would hoot and the deer wake up around you.