Lake Powell

A few weeks ago we went with Zach's parents to Jordanelle to see if their boat would run. They've had this boat for years so his dad was putting in every last ditch effort to get it ready for Lake Powell. Hour and a half drive to Jordanelle, get it on the lake, are flames in the motor bad? Hour and a half drive home. Spent the time before Lake Powell fixing it. We think.

Lake Powell!! We left for Powell the Monday after Caid got out of the hospital. We figured it would be a good getaway for all of us. But the Rideout's are cursed. Bad luck follows them. On the way down, we were following Zach's parents who were pulling the boat and we watch one of the tires on the boat trailer blow out. Zach's dad is recovering from hip surgery so Zach has to change the tire alone, with broken and makeshift tools. We get it to Green River and decide to stay the night in a motel because by this point it's too late. And Jordyn cried the WHOLE night. We get to Powell Tuesday, and have to get the houseboat, boat, three wave runners, and all the kids to the beach. As his mom is pulling in one of the wave runners, her foot gets smashed between the wave runner and houseboat. She couldn't walk the rest of the trip, her foot was swollen and bruised. (When she got it looked at when she got home, it turns out it was broken and they had to do surgery to clean out blood clots and put a screw in her leg.) The first night we are getting ready for bed and this houseboat parks right next to us. And starts blaring their rap music, partying all night. All night. We were sleeping under the stars on top of the houseboat and I was up with Jordyn most of the night, hearing them partying and music blasting. 6:00 am they load up and leave. Apparently they enjoy keeping babies up all night. Wednesday a few more family members showed up, including Zach's brother who had just had surgery on his foot. (Yes we are now up to 3 gimps.) Up to this point, the boat that they thought they had fixed was still not running. When some more brothers showed up Wednesday they brought some parts to fix it and spent all of Thursday and half of Friday working on it. They finally got it running, hooked up the tubes to go for a ride, make it about fifty feet away from the beach and died. The boat is now being donated to the kidney foundation. RIP. The rest of the week was fairly calm until Saturday when we were packing up to leave and a sister-in-law dropped her car keys in the lake. Luckily there was a guy with his diving equipment that found them, as well as a bonus ipod.

Oh yeah, and somewhere in there we had our 6th anniversary!