The lake calleth anew.
The weekend has come that we are about to head down to Lake Powell and get our boat training. At one point, this day seemed so far away and despite our numerous trips, I thought it would never come.
And now, the night before we leave, what have I packed? Nearly nothing.
By tomorrow morning, I’ll be rushing around trying to get ready, pushing the clock, and panicking that I’ll forget something.
But I’ll never wish I had more time to get ready.