Ahh, Lake Powell.
We have so many wonderful memories there:
Running out of gas in the channel; being towed by foreigners in a rickity rental boat; Mitch accidentally snuggling up to one of my best friend under the stars (ya, right), helicopter search down our canyon, Tuscan going cra-zy in the sand, bathing in the lake water, trying to catch a rat on our houseboat, double wakeboarding, double surfing, racing up the sand hill, teaching finnley how to ski, and I'm sure, many many more to come.
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Great idea Linds! I'm kinda already excited for tomorrow's post :)
You two look like babies.
Love ya.
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