Monday, July 22, 2013

Bliss and Woe

And now?  A summary of Lake Powell via iphone pictures...

Every trip to Lake Powell carries with it an abundance of blissful moments, however we almost always come back with at least a few tales of woe.  Somehow, this year the bliss and the woe both reached an all time high.  

bliss:  After years of pep talks and bribes, the kids finally took to skiing.  Watching them pop out of the water over and over again was a bit nostalgic.
woe:  We forgot to check and see if the plug was in place before launching the boat.  It wasn't, which made for an interesting first day.

bliss:  Spent many hours on the deck of the houseboat with a cold drink and the worlds most entertaining humans.
woe:  Said humans all assumed everyone else would bring Diet Coke.  Consequently, nobody did.  Diet Coke is something of a Lake Powell essential (I say that with my self-respect completely in tact thankyouverymuch).  Red Vines too.  Must have Red Vines. 

bliss:  Mom found us a choice spot to park the houseboat, complete with a big sandy beach, "kangaroos" (aka rabbits with ginormous ears), rocks to climb up and jump off of, and our very own stream.  
woe:  Mom threw out her back.  Thankfully Dr. Mason managed the situation with Ibuprofen and some Hello Kitty ice packs (4 out of 5 doctors recommend them).    

bliss:  We roasted cinnamon rolls over the campfire while we discussed the meaning of the word ha-boob.  My parents have never been so proud.  And now you all know the intellectual well that is my family. 
woe:  We witnessed something of a, um, horrific...amphibian vs. campfire incident.  Suffice it to say that frogs, if left unsupervised, will in fact jump directly into an open fire.  Believe me.  They will.  We tried to cry.  Really, we did.  But it was too damn funny.  Don't tell PETA.

You guys, this was the trip that will be talked about for the rest of forever.  And the best part, aside from the frog jumping to his fiery death, was that cancer was nowhere to be seen.  It was the first time in 7 months that our family felt like, well, our family (minus the ones who couldn't make it).  Sure there were injuries, and crap that broke down, and kids we wanted to send out to sea.  But those are the things we went home laughing about.  Those are the things that have been missing over the past several months.  Those are the things that make us a family.

Until next time.

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