It is that time of year again, not the time of year where we go to Lake Powell, but the time when I actually get around to blogging about Lake Powell.
This year at Lake Powell was pretty atypical because there were no major storms or disasters, oh yeah, except once when the boat overheated.
Overheated Engine Story
So, the overheat story is that we headed out on the ski boat to find a place to camp on our trip. You want to find a place with a sand beach, plenty of shade, that is tucked away from the elements, and its hard to find all of those things in one spot so we just go out and find the best we can. The houseboat comes after us, but it takes an hour or two longer to get to where we make camp.
As we (in the ski boat) were rounding the last corner into where we make camp (or search for a camp area to make our own) the boat set off a warning alarm. We immediately stopped the boat and turned off the engine. As soon as the engine was off we could hear a popping sound coming from the engine. It was the sound of the water in the engine boiling. We tried to radio back to the house boat for help, but they were far beyond our radio signal. My little sister had a cell phone with signal so she sent out a mass text to everyone on the boat saying that we were stranded. Of course, who other than a teenager is going to have their cell phone on them while at Lake Powell. It was probably about an hour before we got a text message back and were able to tell my dad what had happened. He said he would come out immediately on the other ski boat (which is my uncles) so we told them where we were.
While we waited for them to come, we drifted quite a bit off course. We tried to radio them some more, but my dad didn’t have his cell phone so we couldn’t call him. Eventually an hour later they found us. Just as they found us we saw our houseboat come around the corner. So we’d been baking in the sun for tour hours and still didn’t have a camp. My uncles ski boat headed in to find a camp, taking most of the passengers. My dad, my brother Jon, and I stayed to work on our boat.
Amazingly my dad had the foresight to pack a spare impeller on the ski boat. (The impeller pulls water out of the lake and feeds it through the boat’s engine. That’s how the engine stays cool.) The impeller in the engine had actually shredded and clogged so that no fresh water was getting to the engine. Good thing we shut it off. It probably took us another hour, but we finally got it fixed and went in to find where we had made camp. Amazingly they had found a spot with everything you could want. It was the best camp spot we’d ever had at Lake Powell.
Pictures and Video
Here we have Paula on a wakeboard. She did much better this year. Not only could she get up consistently, she could direct the wakeboard and stay up for longer periods of time. Go Paula!
Here is a picture of me about 8 feet up in the air. I’ve just finished my first back flip rotation and am contemplating whether I should make a second one before I land or whether I should instead do a 360 spin. Oh wait, this isn’t me in the picture. This is my brother. Woops.
This is actually a picture of me. So I still caught some air. Good enough I guess.
Ok, here some video links are to some tube wars. If you are unfamiliar with tube wars, check out the post from last years Lake Powell trip in July 2008. You’ll get the run down of the rules there:
Typical – this is a typical tube wars video. It shows what happens on a regular basis.
Flipped Twice – in this video I was flipped twice but held on and rolled it back over. Kind of cool. It’s my sister and me against my brother and a friend of ours.
Intentional Roll – in this video my brother jumps onto my sister’s tube and is trying to pull her off. She intentionally flips the tube, knocking him off, but she holds on under the water until the boat stops.

















