September… The best time of year on lake Powell.
Any day on powell is a better than anywhere else, but September days on powell are special… the best of everything in every way.
The water is still warm, the wind is calm, the nights are cool with billions of stars, and the crowds especially all the pricks in the wake boats and all the ugly beach bags are gone. The entire lake is alone and still, with every beach and shoreline waiting just for you.
Another wake less upstream with no destination in mind, gently floating into all the side canyons along the way with Fleetwood or Floyd, or the Eagles or maybe even a bit of Johnny Cash.
This next trip will be different, I have never seen powell this exposed, I am excited to see new things but also sad for the next generation.
Just like a Salmon in the sea, I always find my way back to Powell especially every September.
Any day on powell is a better than anywhere else, but September days on powell are special… the best of everything in every way.
The water is still warm, the wind is calm, the nights are cool with billions of stars, and the crowds especially all the pricks in the wake boats and all the ugly beach bags are gone. The entire lake is alone and still, with every beach and shoreline waiting just for you.
Another wake less upstream with no destination in mind, gently floating into all the side canyons along the way with Fleetwood or Floyd, or the Eagles or maybe even a bit of Johnny Cash.
This next trip will be different, I have never seen powell this exposed, I am excited to see new things but also sad for the next generation.
Just like a Salmon in the sea, I always find my way back to Powell especially every September.