My Family went to Lake Powell every summer growing up, it is one of the fondest memories of my teenage years. Steve's family did the same.
Then time goes by and circumstances change and some of our best loved traditions get lost.
After years of missing this beautiful lake we finally made it back to start a new tradition with our own family.
It felt nostalgic looking up at the grandiose red cliffs and jumping off the top deck of the houseboat, yet so new and exciting watching our kids discover the sandy beaches and the water for the first time.
Just so happy to be back.