Powell-arama!

Lake Powell-arama 2010!! Our fourth of July weekend started with quite the adventure! Who knew that a drive to Lake Powell could be so exciting!? While traveling down the ol' 15, we suddenly saw a display of fireworks coming from the trailer in front of us. Although we hoped that the display was some sort of celebratory firework, we all stopped in horror to see that the tire of the jet ski trailer that Grammy Alley and Grandpa Rob were towing had flown off into the pond on the side of the road. As we pulled over, expecting to see them do the same, we were astonished and panicked to see them continue driving. After some intense cell phone calls, they pulled over about a half mile down the road... angels guiding them the whole way (i am convinced). As Robbie talked to his dad about how to get help out to the middle of nowhere the call was interrupted as he told his dad he needed to call 911 because there was a small brush fire that had started just a few yards back from the sparks that the trailer was shooting! When we said we wanted fireworks for the fourth of July we were NOT expecting this kind!! After getting the trailer and all members of the party safely to the nearest exit we patiently awaited AAA - Hip Hip Hooray for AAA!!!

The biggest hiccup in the trip was over, just one more small one... a tiny hole that was punctured into the bow of the boat when the semi driver accidentally hit the break instead of the gas while towing the houseboat to the dock. So after a quick welding job and some patience by all of us eager boaters we were on our way.

The rest of the trip turned out just lovely. See for yourself...