For Memorial Day weekend Richelle and I headed down to Lake Powell with the rest of the MacKay clan to spend a few days on the house boat. Unfortunately, since we headed down straight from dinner with George and Mandy (on Friday night), we didn't really start the trek until 10:30pm, though at least we were already in Lehi at that point. This meant that we didn't get to Bullfrog Marina until about 2am, though in all honesty, we were only a half-hour behind most of Richelle's family in getting there.
In true, MacKay-Adventure fashion, it had started to rain when we all loaded into the boat (by now it was about 2:45am) to set out for the little alcove that the house boat was in. The wind was blowing pretty good by now, and as we cut through the choppy water quite a bit of spray found its way back into the boat - it wasn't very long before most of us were very wet. I spare everyone the details, but in summary we got lost, couldn't find the house boat, ran into a submerged sand bar, eventually got out, backtracked, and finally found the house boat around 3:30am.
The weather while we were down there wasn't ideal, but it was still comfortable, though a little on the chilly side. The temperature hovered around 70, but the breeze and party cloudy sky meant you needed a light jacket a lot of the time. Unfortunately, this also meant that swimming wasn't exactly enjoyable, but we passed the time lounging, reading and fishing (though only catfish and carp seemed to be biting).
On Sunday we all got dressed in church clothes and headed to the Ticaboo Branch. There were about 65 people there with all the Memorial Day vistors, though we found out that they only have 12 regular members - 2 of which were moving away that week. The Sacrament Meeting was very entertaining, and noteworthy for several reasons:
- First, I was amused to learn that the lady sitting at the organ with her hands on the keys wasn't actually playing the prelude music - Richelle's sister noticed first, but I couldn't actually tell from where I was sitting until the lady reached up to turn off the cd-player when the song ended.
- Second, it was about that time that I saw something at church that I'm pretty sure I've never seen before - serious plumber's crack. The guy two chairs in front of was sporting it, but I probably hadn't seen it before since most sacrament meetings are not half populated with people in shorts and t-shirts.
- Third, the sacrament service was also somewhat noteworthy since the water tasted remarkably like nachos, but I assure you, not in a good way.
- Fourth, the microphone that they were using sounded awful - like those little-kid microphones that you used to see, the ones that sounded like someone was talking at the end of a tunnel during a hurricane . . . it was very hard to understand what was being said, but it was useful since it forced me to pay extra attention if I wanted to have any clue what the speaker was saying.
Not much else happened besides plenty of rest and relaxation. On Monday I did manage to catch 3 carp at once using just a net . . . I'd been watching a group of them swim through the water near the shore for quite some time, so I sat and waited for a few minutes before they got close enough for me to net them - that was pretty exciting, though I wish they had been something other than carp - at least they were fairly big.
Monday we didn't get off the lake till really late. It was already long dark before we headed home, which made the drive pretty brutal . . . our little caravan of cars didn't make it home until 3am, which wouldn't have been too bad if most of us didn't have to go to work in the morning. Overall, it was a fun trip - nice and relaxing (for the most part), which was exactly what we all needed.