Day 20

The oppressive heat of the Arizona sun got Rhonda up and out of bed at 6 AM (it was actually 5:45, but whatever). Well, maybe it was the noise from the campers around us packing up and leaving, too. Brett managed to stay in the tent and sweat it out until about 8 AM. We hung out for a bit, drinking water and chattting. At 9, we showered and headed into town to try and catch the rafting tour down Marble Canyon. When we got there, they told us that they were booked up for the day, but they had room for us on the 7:30 AM tour the next morning. As much as Brett wanted to raft, he was a little unhappy about the early hour. Oh, well, no rest for the wicked (Rhonda must be quite awful then)! We will be joining them tomorrow for the raft/float tour, then we'll be on the road again, heading north through Utah.

So, what to do with the rest of this gorgeous day by the immense and beautiful Lake Powell? The beach, of course! We grabbed some supplies, a fan for the tent, and some water. We also got ourselves an electric cooler that runs off the DC outlets in the truck. We've been spending a horrendous amount of money on ice, and this cooler (for $59) would save us that expense from now on. And it is another gadget, and we love those. We have more power cords in the truck than Rhonda has in her whole house. While Brett was pushing around the cart in WalMart, a young boy with a touch of ADD/hyperactivity chastised Brett by saying 'SLOW DOWN!', as he proceeded to touch and slap everything in sight (including Rhonda). We encountered him again in the electronics aisle as he demanded of his mom, "I said I want a cellphone!" He made this statement with his teeth clenched and with a lot of force, obviously he is the boss in his family.

We headed down to the beach, and sunned ourselves for a few hours. Brett took a dip in the warm water. It's very nice down there. The only problem is the sand. It is extremely fine and blows around in the wind. After a while it feels as if you are being sand blasted. Also, there are these spikey things that are like thorns that stick into you, and we have both experienced that wonderous feeling. But so far no scorpions in Rhonda's boots, so Brett hasn't had a chance to play the hero yet (but he has been opening doors since Washington).

Right now, we're hiding out in the laundry room of the campground, basking in the air conditioning, waiting for our laundry to finish. Tonight looks like dinner at Sonic, then back down to the beach to float around on some tubes (Rhonda really wants a tube and has since the last 2 beaches), then back to the campground for the night.