Luke is off for his first day of high school. It's freshman orientation day. Wow, our summer vacation just butted right up against our first day of school. I haven't even finished all that laundry yet. Yesterday, I registered Emily for her new school and took Luke to buy school supplies.
Part of me is still hanging on to our trip. Yesterday was the first day in forever that I've been grocery shopping and fixed supper.
I still have pictures of Lake Powell and our road trip floating in my mind. Like this:
Lake Powell is located in the southeast corner of Utah and the northwest corner of Arizona. One hundred forty miles of lake with over 2,000 miles of coastline, it was formed in the 60s when the Hoover Dam was built in the Colorado River. I remember as a little girl, my family traveled from New Jersey to Arizona where my dad worked in Flagstaff for several summers. One year we went home by way of Colorado, and saw the dam when it was brand new.
My favorite part of visiting there is taking the speed boat and exploring all the canyons, where there are still remnants of Indian ruins and paintings on the wall, and some of the coolest rock formations! My kids love the water sports -- tubing and wake-boarding.
We spent 5 days at Powell, then headed for Sacramento, staying the night in Sandy, Utah. My sister-in-law was totally surprised when the whole family showed up to celebrate her 50th birthday!
It was priceless! We had two full days to spend with her, visiting a winery and antique car show one day, and taking the "kids of all ages" to a fun center the next. Race cars, bumper boats, and putt-putt followed by lunch at In-and-Out-Burgers -- yes, it does have the best hamburgers I've ever tasted. And the fresh peaches,plums and figs, right off the trees in Carol's yard were scrumptious.
The road trip went very smoothly and surprisingly quickly. Dan, Joe and I broke up the driving. Luke and Em watched movies, and during breaks from driving Joe chatted with friends through text messaging, Dan napped and watched movies and I knitted or read books.
On the way home, we took I-80 through Wyoming and stopped at Ft. Bridger. The kids were good sports -- they were so anxious to get home, but first we dragged them through most of the buildings, buying bottled Stewart's sodas at the little gift store to quench the heat, and snapping photos.
Historic trails marker -- Oregon Trail, Pony Express route and Mormon Trail, all passed through here.
And, the best part of vacationing is coming home. We were so happy to see our dog, Abby, who had a little vacation of her own. Our good friend brought her dog, Winnie, over to house sit. She broke all the rules by letting Abby sleep with her and Winnie in our king-size bed. I have to say, Abbs looked pretty happy, but thrilled to see us just the same.
If you've lasted this long, you should get an award. If not, no worries. I'm thinking that when I'm old and gray and in a home somewhere, I'll enjoy reading my blog. By then, I will have probably lost the rest of my mind, so it will be a brand new story!