A Week on Lake Powell

The summer of 1969 we bought the big blue boat and began a trip to Lake Powell and the Glen Canyon Dam. We had seen the Dam being built and had watched its progress in magazines and National Geographic.
Carolyn was at Clear Lake City, helping put the man on the moon. We started out pulling that big blue boat, and drove to Durango for a night or two. We watched the man walking on the moon and felt a part of that since Carolyn had worked on some of the programs that involved that shot.
We made the train trip to Silverton and returned to Durango to begin our journey to Lake Powell. It was slow going as we began to climb mountains with that big boat behind, but we continued and arrived there late one afternoon.
As we got out of the car, over the lake we could see the most beautiful double rainbow that I ever saw. We camped and the next a.m. began our ride up the Lake. The water was cold, clear, beautiful, and DEEP. We steered through the "narrows" and went on up the Lake. The water was delightful and the scenery was stark and dry.
In our imaginations we could see those Indians coming down the valley to meet us. We had great maps and detailed descriptions as we drove our boat up the Lake for 150 miles. There were very few others on the Lake at all.
At one spot there was a floating dock where we could get supplies. They had a microwave oven to warm our food. The first microwave oven I had used, I think.
At night we slept in our boat. There were huge over hanging cave-like places where we could tie up. We fished and ate all the fish we wanted. We swam in the clear, cool water. Played on floating logs, and had a peaceful eight days almost alone on that vast body of water.
Once it rained and we began to go into a cove for protection. Soon rocks and trees and all sorts of heavy things began falling in the boat. We moved out into the open lake quickly and were glad to find an
overhanging cliff for protection.
We spent a night or two in a motel in Page, Arizona before we came on home.