Hang on readers, I have done my very best to keep the number of pictures to a minimum, but those of you who know me realize that was a very difficult task. Last week, Cody, Mya and I were lucky enough to spend our week soaking up the sun in Lake Powell with Nanna and Papa Hansen. It was an absolute blast, the weather was fantastic, the water was warm, and the scenery amazing!
We love our Auntie Kenzie! She was so sweet to Mya the whole time, walking back and forth wherever Mya's little heart desired, she watched her, and helped me with anything I needed.
Thanks so much kenz, you are the best!
Thanks so much kenz, you are the best!
The next stop our my tourist route. I was blown away looking at this steep hillside where the pioneers entered the canyon. I can't imagine working my way down that in a handcart or a covered wagon in the blazing heat in long skirts.
So pretty!
He's sporting the rugged, I don't have to shave 'cause I'm at lake Powell look.
This was Mya's official boat riding position: blocked from the wind, Binky in mouth.
Pappa doing a little cliff jumping.
MMMmmm, Otter Pops!
Our last full day we didn't have a plan so the boys decided we needed to find a hike. We had come across this slot canyon earlier on a boat ride and we decided to check it out and see how far they could make it up. They could only make it up a little way but while we were there they met some guy who told them about a hike the next canyon over that would bring us around to the top of this canyon. We asked if it was a hard hike and he assured us that his grandmother could do it.
Well this guys grandmother must run marathons or something because man, it was crazy! It was probably much harder because we were stupid and hiked it in the middle of the day. We didn't make it all the way to the top of the slot canyon, but it was fun to say we tried. And boy it felt nice to jump into the water when we got back.
