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Published: July 13th 2009
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In the middle of the night I woke up feeling sick….I think its something I ate. Needless to say, I didn’t get much sleep. Feel a little better this morning. Had my latte and nothing else. Ken ate cheerios. We took our time packing up. We only have 125 miles to travel today to get to Lake Powell. We will definitely come back here. A great place to come to get out of the hot Tucson summer. We didn’t see the buffalo on the way out. A deer ran in front of our car; a few seconds different in timing and we would have hit him.
Listening to ‘Summer Wind’ by Frank Sinatra. Love it! When I listen to him, I sometimes still can’t believe he is dead.
The drive to Lake Powell is so gorgeous. It’s 104 degrees when we arrive. Amazing just 125 miles from temps in the 80’s, 40’s at night. In fact this morning at the Grand Canyon, we put the heat on for a few minutes while I took my shower.
The campground is very near the lake and the views are incredible. It’s a shame it’s so hot. We plan to get the car
checked out tomorrow even though it seems fine now. After that we are getting the pontoon boat and spend the rest of the day on the lake~~as much as we can tolerate the heat.
Since it is so hot, we decided to call Mesa Verde National Park outside of Durango and ask if we can come a day early. We already have reservations for Wed, Thurs, Fri and we added on Tuesday. It’s much cooler there.
We watched ½ of ‘Gran Torino’, Clint Eastwood while we waited for it to cool down. We’ll watch the other half after dinner. We started dinner—grilled pork chops and rice and a monsoon came (without the rain—only wind).
While grilling Ken noticed some foreigners in the site next to us. As we spied on them through our RV window, we saw they were drinking Coronas and eating Pringles, acting American. They were in a rented RV; there are so, so, many on the roads. Of course he goes over and introduces himself~they are French. They are in the US for 3 weeks. They flew in to San Francisco, rented the RV and headed to Yosemite, Zion, here at Lake Powell and next they
are going to the Grand Canyon. They didn’t have reservations at the Grand Canyon, so Ken says, ‘Oh my wife can help you with that’. So I went over (with my glass of French Pinot Noir) and gave them the 800 number to the reservation system. They were very nice, the men had really bad BO. The women didn’t stink. How do they handle that? I did see the men head up to the showers this morning, so maybe they will smell better. They started their grill; I was curious as to what they would cook. I’m thinking they will have cheese, French bread and wine for dinner. I peaked out the window again and saw chicken thighs on the grill. By this time it was dark and Ken says “get away from the window, Gladys, they can see you looking through the slats of the blind!! Probably so.
We watched the sunset, Ken smoked a cigar, I cleaned up and then we finished watching Gran Torino. It was very good. Gosh, Clint is getting old. I guess that means we all are.
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Lake Powell
You know, I have photographs of that valley before they flooded it to make Lake Powell. My Dad and John made a horse back trip up to rainbow bridge when John was only 10 years old. Amazing to see your pictures and compare them to what Dad shot all those years ago. Glad you're enjoying your trip!