Lake Powell 2012

After our St. George trip, we decided we needed to go on another trip. So we headed down to Lake Powell with the Browers. Me and Lorna were extremely out-numbered. 

 2 to 7. 

 Oh boy. 

 Or should I say 'boys'.

 It was a very fun trip despite the extreme wind conditions and boat troubles. The boys got to spear fish with the spear gun Kevin's little brother Patrick made. Patrick made the first catch. He was so excited. All the boys were making fun of how happy he was when he came to the top to show everyone the fish he had caught. But that was before Kevin caught one. You should have seen his face when we came to the top. Oh my goodness.  I don't know if I have ever seen him that excited before.  It showed doubled the excitement of Pats.  Between all of them, they caught 5 trout and 1 catfish.  They cleaned and cooked all of them so we had a feast of fish before dinner.

The only bad part of this trip was the drive home.  Just think: Me and six smelly boys.  The farting was continuous and no one would fess up.  

And then we stopped at Taco Bell for dinner on the way home. What were we thinking?

But I did get to act like Momma Brower and read Seabiscuit outloud to everyone.  Whether everyone was listening, we will never know; but it kept them quiet.