I was up every morning at 5am hoping for a beautiful sunrise, which is usually the norm at Lake Powell. On this trip, however, it only happened one day. With everyone still asleep, It was peaceful and still, a brief moment in time before the excitement, activity and laughter of children would commence and last for the next 14 hours of the day. I was standing on the back deck of the houseboat, camera in hand, hopefully waiting for a photo worthy moment, when my son-in-law quietly paddled around the back of the houseboat in his kayak and headed easterly. A few seconds later he was just in the right spot when the magic happened.