One Man’s Lake…

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Lake Powell. Well, part of it. (Picture by NASA)

Hey Kids,

No matter the position and the clarity of logic you may hold, there will always be someone who holds the complete opposite view. Always.

In this era of ready access to each other, the opposition makes itself known easier than before. I now find myself in a situation that could develop into such a scenario. I want Lake Powell in Utah to remain.

I own a houseboat now on that lake and I have an intense love for it. I hope it lasts forever. I can’t wait to be back on top of the deep water between the deeper rock walls and to float into the bays and canyons, exploring the many fingers of waterways clawed into the red rock desert.

The fishing that awaits me, is fishing only dreamed of just a year away. I long for the symptoms of severe striper fever to grip my body and cause me to reel fish in my sleep. I want to paddle the kayak, swim the waves, and stare at sunsets and sunrises until my retinas cry for mercy.

And yet, there are people who call for the lake to be drained. I have read their arguments, studied their positions, and I find little merit. But they would argue that point.

They can have their opinion, wrong as it might be. That’s what makes this country great. We can allow people with opposing points of view to state their point of view. We can allow them to be wrong and it erodes our rightness nothing at all.

I plan on enjoying my lake. I plan on talking about it and having no shame for doing so.

Feel free to proclaim “Drain Lake Powell” of “Free the Colorado” as much as you like. But as for me and my house, we will say “Fill Lake Powell to the brim.”

PS- My boat lives in the bay in the lower right hand corner of the included picture.

 

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The Mountain does Yield

Hey Kids,

If you hold a rock in your hand and blow against it, nothing happens.

Or so it seems.

Something does happen, dust is vacated.img_20161014_145743244_hdr

More dust is generated by the surface of the rock being exposed to yet more gusts.

Another pulse of breath, and that dust is gone.

From attempt to attempt, the naked eye sees nothing.

Yet from attempt to attempt, the rock yields to the movement of air.

Effort does not go without effect. Work does not go without results.

Maybe not seen on a daily basis, the long term results cannot be denied.

 

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Scars

Hey Kids,

First there’s one, and then there’s two, then three and on to four.

One more makes five, six is next then on and on some more.

Days are weeks, weeks are months and 12 of those a year.

First you cry and cry some more, but now rarely shed a tear.

It’s said that time heals all wounds and the hurt only lasts a while.

I may not show but deep inside, my soul will always remain on trial.

 

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Crossing Back Over

Yesterday we crossed the Continental Divide, the tipping point deciding which direction the rivers flow to reach their ocean destinies.

Today we crossed back over the other way on a different highway.

We travel with so little effort, the struggles of the past are unimaginable in our modern lives.

I think that is why it’s important to try to connect to the past. Walk where our predessors walked, picture how it might have been, wonder and be amazed how they did it.

Although not historically accurate, we take a break in Doc Holliday’s Saloon. Decorated in pictures from the past and a wooden bar with its own history, the place is a throwback to how things may have looked. It at least makes you feel that way.

It’s one of the things I love about the west and Utah where I live. So much is still the same and it helps me, on a regular basis, be grateful for the time I get to live in and able to decide the direction of my own destiny.

img_20170128_160156450Sorry for the short post, we’re on the road with a lot of miles to cover still today.

Rumor Confirmed

Hey Kids,

Usually a storm moves in. Sometimes it’s announced by a warm up and then a cold front. Sometimes it comes in suddenly with a massive wave of weather. Sometimes it sneaks in during the night and ruins unsuspecting morning commuters.

No matter the entry, there are clouds and the snow falls down. This is normal.

Then there’s Wyoming.

Today the sky was clear and sunny; there were no clouds. And yet it snowed.

Like the misty depiction of the destroying angel from the Ten Commandments, the 50+MPH wind blew the snow across the highway in waves ahead of us. And as the sun descended behind the mountains, the scene became even more difficult to keep track of the lanes and edges of the road. It was as stressful as any other snow storm in which I had ever driven.

I had heard the saying before but I can now attest to its accuracy:

It snows sideways in Wyoming.

 

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Twice Baked Beetles

bHey Kids,

The Beetles are not my favorites. In fact, I really don’t like them very much.

I know I’m in the minority but it’s how I feel.

Their early stuff was OK, but then it drops off quickly.blackbeatlen11

I do think that Beetle songs, when redone by someone else, turn out pretty good. Sometimes it’s the arrangement, sometimes, it’s the vocals, and sometimes it just needs some tweaking.

Let me give you an example.

“All you need is love” is a fan favorite.

Meh.

But make one little change and the improvement is amazing:

“All you need is fish.”

See? It’s already in you head.

Ba-ba-da-da-da.

 

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Kind Words

Hey Kids,

Today is a day to celebrate.

Not just because we were accepted into an ownership of a houseboat.

Not just because said houseboat is located on Lake Powell.boatonpowell

Not just because we will be on that houseboat on Lake Powell for hopefully years to come.

But because we have enough friends who are willing to say good things on our behalf to help us get it.

Now to learn how to pilot a houseboat.

 

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