The campground at Wahweap is huge, and they assign spots to you, so we had to forfeit control. It does, however, have some amenities we enjoy, like showers, toilets, 3G, and clean hot water dish washing station etc. We got a spot towards the front, and have no other campers between us and the lake. Not so bad. We notice how many 1-800-RV-FOR-RENT campers there are. We happen to be flanked by them, and Duetch is the primary language spoken by both. Arizona/Utah tourism must market heavily to the Germans.
We wake to a reasonable weather day, and decide to take the kayaks out for a spin. The water is warm, and the scenery varied and enjoyable. Winding back into a canyon, I feel like I am gliding into a secret world. We find a cove and pull the boats in for a lunch stop.
In the end, while I was out of my comfort zone, I was dressed properly, had good equipment, and the skills to return safely. Nothing ventured, nothing gained. I wouldn’t choose to go out in those conditions again, but I have no regrets.
Curt spent another evening tinkering with his tv, and managed to provide a network feed of Survivor for me. The predicted storm announced it’s arrival some time in the middle of the night with heavy winds and loud rain, waking both of us . . . but that was it, no fretting about the tent blowing over (see Hite in 2009), no worrying about ground water swamping us, this time it was just a bunch of noise. We are both starting to like the concept of waiting out the weather, as opposed to suffering or being chased by it.
Thursday, the predicted biggest day of the storm, was windy but not raining. We set out for a nearby hike, but only managed to explore via FJ. Again, nervous Nellie, managed to keep her composure while the mister got to hot rod around in his new ‘trail edition’ rig. With the weekend approaching, and the storm passing, activity is picking up at the campground.
We wake to a reasonable weather day, and decide to take the kayaks out for a spin. The water is warm, and the scenery varied and enjoyable. Winding back into a canyon, I feel like I am gliding into a secret world. We find a cove and pull the boats in for a lunch stop.
The wind picks up….placid Lake Powell has turned into furious whitecaps with the stiff wind, coming from the exact direction of our intended heading. Smart Guy performs smartly, taking us along the northern shore to the shortest possible route across the open water. Great idea, not so pleasant execution . . . now those big waves are ricocheting off the giant rock face crashing over both my port and starboard sides of my vessel. One of us is holding it together by channeling her inner water goddess, and attempting to convince herself it was fun, while occasionally screaming roller coaster style with a side of genuine fear. 
We beach the kayaks, and wait for the winds to die to a reasonable 20ish mph. We venture across the open water, encouraged by the noticeable progress displayed by our GPS. The waves, head winds, and looming black clouds were conquered.
In the end, while I was out of my comfort zone, I was dressed properly, had good equipment, and the skills to return safely. Nothing ventured, nothing gained. I wouldn’t choose to go out in those conditions again, but I have no regrets.
Curt spent another evening tinkering with his tv, and managed to provide a network feed of Survivor for me. The predicted storm announced it’s arrival some time in the middle of the night with heavy winds and loud rain, waking both of us . . . but that was it, no fretting about the tent blowing over (see Hite in 2009), no worrying about ground water swamping us, this time it was just a bunch of noise. We are both starting to like the concept of waiting out the weather, as opposed to suffering or being chased by it.
Thursday, the predicted biggest day of the storm, was windy but not raining. We set out for a nearby hike, but only managed to explore via FJ. Again, nervous Nellie, managed to keep her composure while the mister got to hot rod around in his new ‘trail edition’ rig. With the weekend approaching, and the storm passing, activity is picking up at the campground.
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