I’ve made it home!
Not to Salt Lake, which is among many homes I claim (also Okinawa and Georgia), but my hearts home. Lake Powell. Lake Powell is different. Lake Powell is my hearts home.
It was kind of a last minute trip. Thought of, planned and executed in a weeks time. The best way to finish up the girls spring break. It will be a quick trip. No watercraft to play on. I’ve never been here without access to a boat or at least a waverunner. But, I don’t even care. I just needed to come home.
We lived here for a year. We had a boat and waverunner rental company. We worked hard and we played harder. It was the best summer of our lives. So many incredible memories. Even while living here, I knew I was lucky. Every morning I’d look out my window, see the incredible scenery and pinch myself.
It was a beautiful clear day, if not a bit windy in spots. The first half of the six hour drive is fairly boring. First getting through the cities, then endless miles of sage brush, junipers and the occasional tumble weed. But, then you turn off I15 towards Panquitch and the mountains and rock formations start to change. The shape is the first indicator. Then bits of pink started to show up. Today peaking through patches of snow. More and more pink appears, until there is little gray or green or blue left. The pinks are at first pale and light, slowly deepening. Once you get close to Kanab, the mountains are gone, having been replaced with towering dark pink, reddish buttes.
It got dark shortly after leaving Kanab, but I didn’t need the light. I know this scenery like it’s my own back yard. The closer we got to Page, AZ, the more familiar. I didn’t need a map or the road signs. I know the way. My heart knows the way.
It has been exactly 2683 days since we left. Since I’ve seen these beautiful red rocks and crystal clear water. The lake, this lake, has been stuck like a song in my head. A beautiful song, calling me back home.
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