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.
