Lake Powell

This was one of the best years in Lake Powell, HANDS DOWN. I'm not sure John and Christy would say the same considering they spent the first night up with their vomiting boys and then the 2nd night at the Bullfrog ER getting one of their boys' head stitched up...then there was the time later that week when we had a tsunami while John was pulling his boys on tubes...

Anyway, Lake Powell was fun for US. ;)
I think what made it so fun was that each family was in charge of an activity on their dinner night. It was so cool to see what every family brought to the table.

Dan and I did the Meekus sighting. We had Meekus wanted posters hanging around on the houseboat and talked about Meekus eating bad boys. Dan had made a Meekus with light-up eyeballs and swam up to the housboat after dark. It was a big hit again, but little Austin was too smart for his own good. I think he was onto us.

John and Christy did Italian night. The boys slicked back their hair and the girls did a poofy bump. Then we played minute to win it. That was a first for us, and it was a hoot.

Martha and Crea did pirate day. We had the shrimp boil on the top deck, black eyeliner for everyone (my dad looks pretty cool in black eyeliner, but Cole's friend Kestin took the cake for "best looking in black eyeliner"), and a scavenger hunt for pirate's booty.

Brett, Kristy, and Kim did Mexican with a pinata...or black trashbag made to look like Meekus. It totally worked and the kids didn't complain ;)

One of the nights we made a todum pole and bonfire, and then lit off fireworks. Another night we went on a black ops mission and sent John and Brett to secretly board a friends neighboring houseboat.

(lizard in Carter's hands)

totem pole and fireworks

For some reason, Dan is always the one to get called upon for ridiculous gigs in Lake Powell. Above is a picture of 4 boys lighting a firework out of Dan's crack. ???? Earlier that week, they lowered Dan into a deep, sludgy hole to see what was down there. I'm sure if he wasn't putting our kids to bed on black ops mission night, he would have been called upon to be a streaking merman. Who knows.

The best part of the trip for me was the fact that our little boys did so well. Gabe took some killer naps, and toward the end of the trip Axton did too (he missed the pirate booty hunt and a hike to the Indian ruins - we just couldn't get him to wake up!). Axton finally decided to be brave and swim his little heart out on the very last day. Now he can't stop talking about the houseboat and "Papa Mac's boat", and he still asks for "Gwama" every day.

It was a great trip. Thanks everyone for a fantastic time!