The last weekend I was able to get away. From everything. It was Lake Powell, the sun was high and it was hot. So my phone probably would have melted anyway. Either way, I left in the car. The trip was out of nowhere, but it was just what the doctor ordered. I wondered about my texts, emails, insta and fbook for the first half hour but then stopped. This was a huge blessing. There were night clouds that looked like aliens and cats while we discussed the theology and the inevitable marriage of two that were on our trip (I'll let you figure that one out). There were "interesting" petrogliphs above a house called defiance that looked like they had been painted yesterday but have been here for centuries. Got some air wakeboarding being instructed by a friend Chids, (this being my second time up ever) with Cousin throwing some ill beats down on the boat stereo that matched that feeling exactly. We flew a kite with nothing but the light of the moon but we got it up after a bunch of tries. It was spooky the way it kinda floated out there like a demon. Who needs late night ghost stories right? I took a dip about 10 times a day, most likely cause I was turning firehouse red (Jess could tell you that. Anyone could really.) but more likely cause I love the water. Me and Allison started each morning of the trip with a mild half mile swim. I jumped off some pretty tall cliffs because that IS my favorite thing about the Lake. I didn't wear a life jacket but that makes the plunge that much more thrilling. I miss the ocean so this was the closest thing (literally and figuratively). Most importantly, Chids' mom provided all of us with enough brats and uncrustables to feed us forever.
Those that know me, know that I love my phone and its access to unlimited information. I usually have it glued to my hand. One thing we discussed at night was that we live for these moments. Disconnected from the world. One even suggested that the world could be over and it could be just us here one the lake. As ominous as that might sound, I feel that we need to remind ourselves to stop and smell...well there weren't any roses down at Powell, and we ate nothing but cheese, burritos, and bratwursts but you get the picture.
This new perspective was much warranted.
