This is my parents (John and Dorothy Harrell). They started taking us to Lake Powell back in 1967. My mom just passed away June 1 (almost 90). Wayne, I like the title of your book, "My Lake, My Life". I too have a book, a book of memories. I was only 7 when we started exploring Lake Powell. Back in the 60's you had to tell the ranger and leave a note on your dashboard when you were expected to return. The lake was ever changing and new sites were discovered every trip. It was a wonderful time growing up with the lake. I am now 58 and still visit the lake almost every year, but now there are only memories of my mom. She put up with a lot over the years camping out of a boat and fixing food over a driftwood fire. I know many of you "Wordlings" have similar memories. I have been permanently rooted in the canyons of this lake. I have taken my own family (wife and three kids) and now there spouses and four grandchildren. The tradition continues. All this to say, I love this lake, and now when I visit, I will continue to make memories with family, but now remember my mom who was instrumental in making it happen in the first place.