We headed out for Lake Powell, AZ/UT on September 3rd, me unknowing what was ahead. I knew we were set to stay on our little 14 ft aluminum boat for 3 nights somewhere on the massive lake of 182 miles lake down the canyons of the Colorado River, but really had no clue what was ahead. It took nearly 11 hours to arrive in Page AZ. Stopped in Ely to get fuel and visit my daughter and grandson. Doyle looked at her car giving me bad news that she needs a new car. We stopped in Cedar City for lunch/dinner at the Sizzler, Worst steak I ever had and I know better. Crossing the bridge at dusk looking at the massive dam I was in awh. What a beautiful site, I began to get even more excited at that point.
Once in Page, we still needed to get more supplies, gas for the boat, more food and ice. Doyle parked at Walmart way off on the side, at that point I figured out his plan, we were going to camp at the Page, AZ Walmart parking lot. This is something he’s always wanted to do, at least it wasn’t at the Elko Walmart. Mark that off his bucket list! By the time we went shopping and got the boat all situated it was about 11 pm and time to go to bed, we were pooped. Doyle woke me up the next morning, Sunday, September 4th, at 6 am AZ time. It’s like, “Dude, I’m on vacation, I need to sleep in!”. Not with that man, not in his vocabulary. We finished up getting ice and getting the boat ready to go. We really worried if that poor boat would float with all that stuff in there. Bedding, tent, food, drinks, fuel, ect… to last two people 3 days. Launched the boat at the Stateline ramp and it floated with no problem. Looking around the other boats being launched I realized we are the only ones launching a little fishing boat, all the others were big speed boats, house boats, big fishing boats and jet skis. But it didn’t matter I was on vacation and headed for and adventure I’ve never been on before.
We took off down the lake, Doyle having a map of the lake in hand. Now remember, I’m from NE NV, have never done anything like this before, just at the marina there is a lot more water than I’m really used to. Once he was showing me where we were headed I started to slowly get the idea of the size of the lake. Because that little boat was so loaded and our 20 horse power motor couldn’t push the weight that well, we were traveling at 13 mph. Took us 2 hours to get to mile marker 38, at that point Doyle decided to find a shady beach and we can set up camp there. We didn’t get as far down the lake as he wanted to, but we were going so slowly and the water was so choppy due to all the boats. It’s crazy that much water and all those boats affect that water so much. The beach (I) picked was over behind the floating outhouse. We thought that would be convenient since we weren’t in a house boat, we were tent camping. Doyle said the mornings on that beach would be hot and it would stay hot till 2 in the afternoon, but he allowed me to still pick it. The ones he wanted were rocky, but would have been much shadier. We got everything loaded and the tent set up and the bed made. We were getting ready to go fishing and more site seeing, I walk up behind some rocks, hear a little rucous in the brush right behind me as I bend down to pee and look over and there is a snake. My worst fear ever!! I went running down the beach screaming with my pants ½ way down and jumped in the boat. Doyle is going, “what the hell?” I told him and he went to look for it, he didn’t have anything to kill it, no guns aloud on the lake, our shovel was a little fold up one. But, yup it was a rattler. So he moved it back way far and we went fishing. When we returned that evening, and every time after that, I made him get out 1st and do snake check. That silly damn snake stayed right there and never left. I have to say, it made it hard to sleep or relax.
We didn’t catch anything the 1st night, was a little bummed especially after hearing all the stories of all the fish they caught on their trips there. We found a rocky place (no sand) that was easy to get onto and stuff to get into the water to take a bath and clean up before we headed back to camp. That water everywhere is deep, made me nervous but the water felt good. I had premade some taco meat before we left and froze it, so the 1st night we heated up the taco meat and I had the precut veggies for the tacos. Was a good dinner for two very tired people. I don’t think I slept much that night, our tent was really thin and you could see the stars through the tent, which was pretty cool. The coyotes were loud the whole night and again, the thought of that damn snake joining us, I didn’t sleep.
Once the sun rose and went directly into the tent, it felt like we were on fire it was so hot. So we got up quickly and had breakfast, got dressed and got ready to go site seeing some more and fishing. I finally caught a couple of fish; I caught my very 1st blue gill, strange looking fish. We caught some small mouth bass as well. Doyle took me up the lake another 20 miles to the Rainbow Bridge. We had to hike up about 20 yards to see it. Was so beautiful. There we met a older rich couple, the woman wouldn’t shut up, talk talk talk, about how many years she has been on that lake and so on. But some of the stuff she told us was very interesting. They pointed out where some of the side wall (all are sand stone) had fallen just a few weeks before that. I think if I was anywhere near where some fell that would really make me mess my pants. It’s not small stuff that falls, its big stuff! Getting back in the boat to leave and there are these big fish swimming up to the boat as if they were begging for food. Doyle said that is what they are doing, they were carp wanting food. They have no teeth so they just suck in the food or your finger. Was pretty cool to feed them, I was getting a kick out of it, everyone around us laughed at me. When we left there we found a little tight canyon to investigate in, which we did often the whole time we were there, this one opened up and had like an overhang were we could get under for shade to have lunch. It was so peaceful in places like that and surreal. Here I am again, finding myself in a state of awh enjoying my honey and my lunch.
We started back down the lake, he had another place in mind to show me, but he got confused and we headed down the wrong direction. We probably went 20 miles to far the other way, but was able to see the Whole In the Wall where the Mormons went up with their wagons to get out of the canyon. Once he realized we were headed the wrong direction we headed back down towards our camp but it was still about 20 miles away. We stopped at the Dangling Rope Marina ½ way there. It’s a marina that is only accessed by boat, all supplies are shipped there on boats and barges. They have fueling stations for house boats and dumping stations. Bathrooms, a little convenience store and a grill. We stopped so I could check it out and got soft serve ice cream. The workers stay there 5 days a week and then go to the main marina 2 days for their days off. The lil gal we talked to was from Pennsylvania working the summer. She said it was free room and board, great way to save money. My Heather would probably like a gig like that I thought. We still had a lot of gas, so we didn’t think we needed any, we just hung out there for a big and I fed the silly carp hanging out there as well. I was amazed the boats that came and went from all sizes and the people who were on them. It’s hard to believe the country is hurting so bad right now being in a place like that. Every corner you turn larger house boats and speed boats and toys everywhere. Then here was us in our little fishing boat cruising along, but it was so much fun, bumpy, but fun! We explored more tight little canyons, did some fishing till time to head back to the camp spot. We found a little spot a little easier to take a bath to wash our hair and stuff. Then went back to our beach with Doyle checking for the snake before me getting out. We had pre-marinated steaks and pork chops, so we bbq’d the steaks and heated up some green beans and had potato salad. Was a great dinner to end to a great day.
During the night it started to rain, remember I told you our tent was thin, well it went through the tent. It wasn’t bad, but enough for us to wake up. So, we decided to move to the boat and cover up with the tarp that Doyle had pre-prepped for just in case this type of thing happening. We moved all the important stuff we didn’t want to get wet into the boat, Doyle covered us up and we slept so much better there than in the tent anyway. We woke up the next morning again when the sun came out, man that little bugger there is hot! So we went across the little cove we were in to the shady side and went back to sleep probably for a couple more hours, thank goodness I was tired. Once up and moving we went and got dressed and had some breakfast and headed out down the canyon we were staying in. This canyon had 3 arms, we explored 1 the 1st night we were there, so we decided to explore the rest today , the longest had to be about 10 miles back. Remind you, the water level is way up from years past and having a little boat is an advantage, we can duck into little places most cannot. Many times though we encountered jet ski’s in those tight places. I feared for my life a couple of times. We caught some fish, we stopped at a beach and played in the water some and just relaxed. Got back to the beach about 5:30 that night and cooked up the chops and more green beans and salad. At that point the water calmed way down almost smooth. Doyle suggested that we load up and head back to the motor home tonight since the water is smooth and would be cooler than going back in the morning, but if we go it has to be right away, we only had 2 ½ hours of day light. Of course I said let’s go!! So we headed back to the Stateline Marina, the sunset was so amazing; we took a ton of pictures. We were able to run at 20 mph since we didn’t have as much stuff in the boat such as fuel, ice, food cause we’ve used it, we were much lighter at that point. We loaded the boat, took out what needed to be taken out that night and took nice warm showers and went to bed, right there in the marina parking lot.
It’s now Wednesday, September 7th. Doyle surprisingly slept in, it was me waking up saying come on, before it gets too hot, let’s get back on the lake. My sweet boyfriend cooked breakfast after me suggesting I wanted a nice cooked breakfast instead of cereal (not my favorite thing). Then, we finished cleaning out the boat and restocking the cooler with drinks and lunch stuff. We then launched a much lighter boat and headed back down the lake but towards the dam to see the lake side of the dam. Then there is another cut (kind of a circle) over to another marina where there are MORE fancy house boats docked and a couple really cool canyons. We spent the day site seeing and doing some fishing, but honestly the fishing sucked. We think it’s cause the water was so high, there were tons of babies all over and the big fish were full and sitting on the bottom of the lake were it was cooler. We arrived back at the marina around 6 or so and loaded up, completely. Was time to move on, but I didn’t want to head for home, so he decided we’ll go with original plan and head down to Vegas and Lake Mead. We stopped at Sonic for a burger before heading out. Doyle drove till he was tired; we stayed on the side of the road on the Hurricane, UT hill. I think we were both so exhausted neither of us heard any traffic till morning, I did, however, here the coyotes again. I think they are haunting me for some reason.
We got up the next morning and had some breakfast (quick, not cooked) and headed down the road. We got to St. George and stopped for fuel and I called my cousin Holly that lives there and visited letting her know we were passing through but didn’t have time to stop. Once arriving in Vegas Doyle connected with his sister and we met up with her and went to her house at Lake Vegas. This place ticks me off by the way. Lake Powell is being drained an inch a day to fill up Lake Mead since Vegas needs the water, then this Lake Vegas pumps water into this manmade lake so these rich people have a lake to live by. Not right! But, Debbie and her husband Jack have a real nice home, not someplace or home I’d live in, but was really nice. We then went to a Port of Subs for lunch with her since it had a large parking lot to park the motor home and boat in. After lunch we went on our way down towards the Hoover Dam, were we went over the new bridge, the walls are so high you can’t see the dam. This really bummed me out, I’ve not seen the dam since I was like 3 years old. We went several miles down the road and pulled off and went down to a place called Willow Beach, on the Colorado below the Hoover dam. We launched there, the water temp was about 55 degree’s but the air was about 100 degrees. Again, the canyon was beautiful, we went up river to the base (as close as they would let us get) that was one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen. The river currant we figured was going about 10 mph, it made me nervous but it was cool. We saw big horn sheep, hawks and lots of people kayaking down the river. I think that would be fun! That was about another 20 miles up and back if not more in the boat, at this point we probably put 200 miles on our little boat in 4 days. We left there and headed to a little place called Meadview, AZ were some of Doyle’s friends live. What a middle of now where place with tons of Joshua Trees. The wife is wacked out, a drunk and his sister says she’s a drug addict, but she claimed the whole time we where there she was off the prescription meds?
There at Dan and Tina’s is set for 6 Motor Homes, theirs is one of those million dollar busses that wasn’t homey at all, very cold feeling. They are full time RV’ers is how Tina explained it, but staying at their “home base” because they are in the process of building a brand new home down the way from there RV park they built. They had several sheds, one with a new jeep in it, another with a shower, toilet, washer and dryer in it and I don’t know what the others had in it. We sat on their patio in front of their bus that night when we arrived. Tina is a very bossy woman, talked Doyle into drinking vodka and 7 when he gets allergic reaction to it, she tells me to go into the bus with her to help her make the drinks. At that point, I realized what I heard about her she’s that and then some, she’s crazy! Doyle ended up having 2 100 proof vodka’s and 7’s by the time we went to bed and we now know how much the bus costs and that they struck oil in S. Dakota and whatever else the woman could brag on. Dan was so quiet and could tell that he got upset when she talked/bragged about stuff, but he puts up with it, stops her once and awhile but not often.
The next morning we got up and went with her (Dan already at the construction site) to see the new house then we went to a local little place for breakfast. Once back at the RV Park Tina got out the Jeep Wrangler for us to use to go over to Grand Canyon West where the Skywalk is. After going the 35 miles, 15 on a dirt bump road we arrive and there are helicopters all over going and coming, an air strip with sever fixed wings going and coming and a bunch of buildings along with a large white tent type building. We are directed to go into the tent and it was a gift shop and you buy your tickets here. Holy cow are they making a killing, people everywhere! The bus ride over to the Skywalk and a couple different viewpoints was $44 a piece; to walk on the walk thing was another $30 a piece. We didn’t get the walk ticket, there would be no way would I walk on that!! Once we get to where it’s at we get off the bus and start looking around, the edge of the canyon is that, the edge, no railings no nothing. No one could get near the Skywalk cause of lighting threat and they didn’t anticipate it opening again for 2 hours. It was pretty the view and all, don’t get me wrong, but it’s not the “Grand Canyon” like they advertise. The river doesn’t even run under the walk. It was a lot of money and we seen better views all week than what they were selling there. I felt so bad that I had Doyle spend $90 on this rip off, but my curiosity is now satisfied even though I didn’t get to walk up to the Skywalk. We then drove back to the Dan & Tina’s, Tina wanted to take us down to Lake Mead so we drove that 15 miles down to see the lake and visited with them, we then went back to the Park and had hamburgers. After dinner we headed back to the construction site to watch the sunset over the lake, but the storm clouds kind of ruined that and my tummy started acting up. So, back to the Park again. I stayed in our motor home that night while Doyle visited with them, again he had his alcohol, I so will remember this next time he gives me a bad time about wanting a drink.
Saturday, September 10th morning we get up early and head down the road, I wanted to try and make my grandsons birthday party in Ely at 2 pm NV time. Because of this we didn’t get to go down to the damn again and see it, but when we crossed it, I stood on the seat of the motor home and looked down, forgetting to take pictures dang it. The smell of the holding tanks due to my tummy ache was coming up into the living area and choking us both down, so along the way we found a spot to get it dumped. We stopped in Ash Springs and I visited with my cousin Chris for about 5 minutes and back on the road. Getting to Ely about 2:20, missing my grandsons party it started to pour down rain, so Dani, my daughter called and said just meet them at McDonalds. So we spent probably an hour and ½ there visiting and playing with my little guy. Was a nice, but quick visit. We finally arrived in Elko around 6 pm that night. We did some emptying of the motor home and picked up dinner and kicked back happy and exhausted, but it was one of the most wonderful vacations I’ve ever had in my whole life!!! I never would have imagined the scenery we seen, I’m so ready to go back, but next time, I want to catch some fish!!
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