Lake Powell

Trip Start Aug 21, 2010
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Trip End Dec 31, 2010


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Flag of United States  , Arizona
Monday, August 23, 2010

So Kelsey and I found the most beautiful small town in America.

Page, Arizona, hosted us for two days to kick of this new year. The middle school was scheduled for the first day, and the high school was scheduled for the second day. It's very unusual to have the same district book us on two separate days. But we are so glad they did.

We stayed in a Rodeway Inn--which, on the East Coast, should probably be avoided, but in the Southwest is fine. The situation was ideal. Our hotel was less than a mile away from the first school, and even closer to the high school. We had a mere two minute drive to school each late morning.

Our first show was scheduled for 2:00. We were shooting to be there for noon. When we arrived, we told the lady at the desk that we knew we were early (the school is told we'll be there an hour and a half early), but if we could still get a hold of our contact person to start our set-up. She had us take a seat while she paged the contact woman.

As we sat, we made numerous trivial comments to each other until Kelsey heard someone say "Yeah the next bell is going to be at 11:15. I noticed Kelsey was no longer involved in our conversation, and pre-occupied with other thoughts. Then she gripped my thigh. "Mike! It's eleven o'clock."
"What?!"
"The time change."
Well I knew about the time change. We were an hour ahead of California time. We crossed into mountain time when we went over Hoover Dam. I even set our hotel room clock (which was blinking when we arrived) to the time shown on my phone (which automatically adjusts itself).
"What's your phone say?" Kelsey asked.
"It's noon."
"Mine says eleven."
We both looked up at the office clock... which read eleven.
We were baffled. By then, our contact lady was in the office. "You're early."
"Uh, yes... we just realized that! Why don't we take an hour lunch break and we'll see you back here around 12:30."
"You do that." She nodded.

Strange. We still don't know what happened. Kelsey and I both have Verizon phones, and both phones showed different times.
But fortunately, we got ourselves straightened out.

When the proper set-up time came, we did our job as normal. All went well. Steve the custodian helped us set up the show, and afterwards told us about nearby Lake Powell. We made plans to hit the lake after work.

And we did just that! We were fortunate to have that afternoon off. We didn't have to leave town like we normally would; we just drove a mile down to a lake access point, and hiked down the canyon to the water below.
Lake Powell was the most beautiful setting in which we have ever gone swimming. The water was the bluest freshwater we've seen, and was in stark contrast to the red rocks of the surrounding canyon. It was cool and refreshing--much welcome to help combat the intense Arizona heat.

We spent hours in the lake, and were sure to take several pictures before leaving.

And just when we thought the beautiful vistas were over, we pulled off onto another scenic viewpoint on our way up to town. We were able to view the dam that formed Lake Powell, and the subsequent river winding through the canyon. Gorgeous. The two formed a nice juxtaposition between an immensely impressive manmade construct, and a strikingly beautiful God-made wonder. Pictures are attached, but fail to truly capture the scene.

And that was our experience with Page, Arizona. Beautiful country 360 degrees around. We hope to one day return.
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