I grew up going to Lake Powell every year. First with my mother’s aunt and uncle and cousins when the lake was first filling up, and then with my own Aunt when that first group got too big. (Who are we kidding? That group started out too big! But eventually, when all those cousins started having kids…) Now we go on alternating years with my sister and her family – and I’m so grateful for them for continuing the tradition for my own children. There’s no place like Lake Powell, and although the argument against the Glen Canyon dam is compelling and reading about the wonders that were buried when it was built breaks my heart, there’s still a love for the ease, enjoyment, and beauty of spending a week on the lake with family.
On The Lake
God was having a good day when He created Lake Powell. I am in awe of its beauty and stand in reverent gratitude for the men and women, both past and present, who have worked tirelessly to preserve and improve this incredible area. But the grandeur of this natural marvel isn’t the only reason I love it. I have come to realize that Lake Powell is more than just the sum of its parts. On this lake I have found
People as varied as the tumbled rocks, separate but together, a strong anchorage
Laughter as endless as the starry sky
Friendship as steady as the red rock cliffs
Love as deep as the river
Family as constant as the waves lapping at the sand beach, never-ending and eternal
Wonder as fantastical as the winding corridors
Faith as peaceful as the morning water
Joy as bright as the sun
The Bloody Keyboard 