Power of a Kayak

 "Should we take it?" 

That question was always asked as we prepared to pack for our annual trip to Lake Powell. Initially friends insisted on loaning us a kayak; eventually as a family we "earned" a kayak. (Read about it here.)

On the one hand, the kayak added a lot of weight to our already heavily loaded vehicle transporting the six of us, plus everything we needed-food, bedding, books, clothing (mostly swim suits), etc.- for the middle of nowhere for two weeks. Additionally it was one more item to load and unload from the car in the desert heat.

But almost every year the kayak made the cut. Why? Because on the other hand, the kayak could stop and go.

GO 

In various spots on Lake Powell, potty stations are set up. Beaching the houseboat near the Rincon around mile marker 77 is always one of our favorite spots. (The fact that military planes sometimes buzz by low in the canyon is just one of the reasons we love it.) Nearby is one of the potty stations and the perfect way to get there is a nice quiet kayak run. (Yes, the houseboat has a tiny bathroom with a small potty, but you never want to risk it filling up before the vacation is over.)

One scary night, when we were returning from an emergency in the dark, we were trying to navigate our little motor boat around the rocks to return to the houseboat. Because of lack of depth perception in the dark, we needed another point of reference. Daniel took the kayak out with a big flashlight to help solve the problem. Thank God, for the kayak. 

If you are a high school boy at Lake Powell, it is a long way away from the girls back home in Wisconsin. If you have a particular sweety you want to talk to, you need to navigate to where you can see the cell tower at the top Navajo Mountain. ...Often from one of the locations we frequent on the lake, you can see Navajo from the top of the rocks on the other side of the main channel about one mile away. The kayak is the perfect mode of transportation to get to the opposite side of the lake in order to climb the rocks at a chance for cell service. 

STOP

Although, we often have a houseboat full of people (read more here), part of the allure of Lake Powell is quiet time. You are a speck in the grandeur around you. You want to soak it all in.  A quiet paddle in the kayak to rest in the middle of nowhere is ideal. God designed us to rest-physically, emotionally, spiritually, relationally. In Mark 6:31 Jesus said, "Come away by yourselves to a desolate place and rest a while." (One of Lake Powell theme verses.) Our kayak time is valuable rest time. Rest is not just for the summer, but all seasons. To find more resources check out Run Hard. Rest Well.  How can you find rest?

We thank our friends, the Webbs, who began our tradition of the kayak, a tool for both going and stopping.

Your Brother Said What??

"Do you want to go house boating on Lake Powell? My brother invited us to go with him," my husband announced after work one spring day.

"Where in the world is Lake Powell? And a house boat? What is that-a house on a boat? Like you can just step out of the boat and into the water?" I dubiously replied.

"Lake Powell is in Utah. And yes a house boat is like a house on a boat & you can walk right off the edge into the water," my husband calmly answered.

More questions.  Like why in the world would I take my nine-month old baby to a place where he could crawl right off the edge and drown???

Ultimately we did join the adventure of the Murdy family's maiden voyage to Lake Powell on the "Tanya". My husband, myself, our baby, and eight of my in-laws on a 48 foot house boat in the middle of no where.  Certainly felt like God was pushing my limits?! 

If you fly from CA east, you will fly over a vast area of desert nothingness. You might see the long strip of the CO River from Page, AZ north which is 150 mile long Lake Powell. Very few roads- about six- in and out of Lake Powell.

It was an intense family time- dealing with keeping meat safe for eating in a desert for seven days with a camping refrigerator that sorta of worked about half the time, figuring out how to manage nap times with the three toddlers/baby aboard versus grown-ups who did not want to be quiet, trying to keep everyone cool in 105 + degree temps, managing the boat and anchors in some vicious storms, and so much more.

It was an incredibly beautiful time of nature-seeing the magnificent hand of God in the beauty and majesty of the rock formations and the dazzling light of the stars and moon in a place otherwise completely dark at night, the peace of being on the water in the middle of no where with no one except your 10 people around,

As we left, I wondered, will I ever return? 

There had been some extremely difficult times...Living with in-laws in tight and hot quarters, wondering if I was going to get food poisoning toward the end of the week with the uncooked barely cool meat, etc. After a tift with a family member, I took a long hike, but ultimately I had to return to the boat (or die in the desert). But I loved the time with my husband. (No cell phone service or phones out there at the time.) I loved living in this place of awe-inspiring nature. ( Nix Nature Deficit Disorder read this link.) I loved being on the water. (Water calls my name ever since a family took me boating when I was a little girl.)

"For you shall go out in joy and be led forth in peace; the mountains and the hills before you shall break forth into singing." Isaiah 55

Did I return? Of the past 30 years, I did return 27 of those years! Incredible memories of special family adventures.  More stories of our Lake Powell adventures to come.

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