Deeps of Lake Powell

The wind in my hair, the chill on my face the canyons surrouding us … pure bliss. If you have a heart for the water, a love of history and get a thrill when the wind is whipping past you – then this is for you! We took a leap knowing it would be a cool day and rented a boat. We looked around at a few different marina’s but because it is winter many of them are closed for the season. We ended up getting a boat from Wahweap Marina. It was not the nicest boat and it was almost impossible to get the gas into … but it served it’s purpose wonderfully.

We ended up heading east from the Marina towards Antelope and Navajo Canyons. The wind was extremely chilly and the children were bundled up in blankets, jackets, gloves and a few layers of clothes. When we slowed down and the sun was out it actually felt warm but with the sun behind the clouds and the boat speeding through the open waters the shiver was intense. Hence it was a day of coat on, coat off, coat on, coat off.

We were unsure all that we would encounter today or were not prepared for how majestically beautiful this place would be. If you don’t know the history of Lake Powell here is a brief bit from what I have read. The Colorado river used to flow through Glen Canyon in such a slow pace that many people would drift in tubes or camp by it’s edges. The canyons were full of narrows and slot canyons for exploring and held many ancient remnants such as hieroglyphs and dwellings. Beautiful trees and plants filled with butterflies, bees and other insects.

However, in 1966 the Glen Canyon Dam was completed and as it backed water into Utah it put much of the Canyon under water hundreds of feet in depth. With this water came the visual loss of what was left of the ancient world along with the slow moving Colorado River and the vegetation. Many locals have said the Colorado River was life and the Lake is death. What depth there is in that statement.

As a newcomer to Lake Powell there are a few lenses in which I can view this place. First it’s from a lens of sadness at the loss of the past – covered and maybe gone forever. Secondly it’s at the beauty that is now seen in the Lake. The vast amount of water among the beautiful canyon walls, and the slots you can explore via kayak. Thirdly from the feat of the construction of the dam. It is the second largest dam on the Colorado with a primary purpose of generating electricity. That is amazing!

No matter which lens you choose to see Lake Powell with, we had a blast and so will you. We ventured into Antelope Canyon, Labyrinth Canyon and Navajo Canyon. The views were spectacular, and the lake was extremely calm and peaceful. We found a few slots we and in some we were able to venture prety far until we could go no more. I even spotted what I thought was a wolves face with a ship fighting a storm carved into a canyon wall. So so beautiful.

This adventure did not include hiking but the views were spectacular. Breath taking. I stopped a few times and stared into the depth of the waters, and thought of the past. What was below and what is now above. Both are beautiful and both have meaning. I want to honor them both.

One Ending Leads to Another Beginning

We sold our home and it is all things bitter and sweet. If there is one thing I have learned through our move and short time in Richmond, VA, is no matter where you live there are relationships waiting to be cultivated, places to be explored and lessons to learn. When we first sold our home in Cary, NC over 2.5 years ago I was a droopy mess headed south on I95. I thought I was trusting that the Lord was guiding us, and yet the doubtful tears kept falling. As my children drifted to sleep and I had a car full of our things I could only think of what I was leaving and not what was awaiting me. I was blinded by my past blessings and that in itself was not trusting the Lord. I am always reminded of Lot’s wife in the Bible, who turned back to look at Sodom instead of ahead and she turned into a pillar of salt. Obviously I was not leaving a sinful city like Sodom, however the illustration is something I could relate to. My grandmother used to remind me that the Lord was ahead of me, so go there faithfully.

Our home in Richmond, VA (we rented in the Fan for 8 months before we purchased this home) always reminded me of the Secret Garden. Full of beautiful Poplar, Oaks and Dogwood trees. I felt as if they were hugging me, protecting and providing a place for the birds, squirrels and plants to grow. We very quickly made friends with our neighbors and life just felt right. We joined a church, Movement (check them out if you are ever in town) and immediately felt loved and cared for. It wasn’t long after moving into our home that I became more open for the Lord to change my heart. The first lesson I learned is beauty to behold is in every place we are – all we have to do is let go and allow him to reveal it to us. Sometimes we have to remove the blinders in our eyes before we can see the beauty…but it is always there.

So it goes with this story of mine. Richmond became my home. Not just the river, albeit beautiful and enjoyable, not just our neighbors – although their friendship is the type of depth that will be forever, not just our church even though we will miss everyone and grew greatly there but the accumulation of them all together. Like a big pot of soup warm and comforting to your soul. I have changed here, grown here. There is something that has happened in this place like no other, it was a breath of fresh air. It is palpable. I am sure there are places like this everywhere but there is a pulse in this place that beats to a beat I can understand. And that beat brought so much revelation and color to my life. It revived my marriage, drove us to explore and get our feet in the mud and brought beautiful people into our lives. Oh how grateful I am for the souls who fed my own with their hospitality, laughter, deep friendship, encouragement and hugs (cause you know how much I love a hug).

As we embark on a new adventure, leaving behind a place we love I am determined to do it differently. There are still tears, sometimes many of them and well sometimes it ends with my dear friends Heather and Morgan over wine as they hug me. Nevertheless it is different because I am different. I am happy with the growth in my life, I am happy to let go of people pleasing, blessed to have a marriage stronger than when we arrived, grateful to the James River and the life it brought to mine and the memories that will forever be in it’s waters. Thankful for the rocks we painted, the art sales at the end of the driveway, bike rides with friends, Frosted Fritt’s drinks over a game of HORSE, pool days with my sweet friend, Canoe rides down the river, paddle boarding with my run group, The Gathering that brought incredible depth to my life, our Wild & Free group and our book clubs, hikes and laughter, morning walks by the riverbank praying, my children having friends down the street and the most glorious birds I have ever seen visiting me every morning. Thank you ….

Today we head out to my in-laws for two weeks as we prepare our RV and ourselves for our cross country trip. As I pack up my car one last time to head south it does not dawn on me that this place will no longer be my home. Instead I am overwhelmed with the love and blessings that have changed my life in this place. I leave with a full heart, a few tears and a knowing that God willing I will walk these streets again and be with those I love again, this time not as a resident but as a guest.

Adventure On