Lake Powell Boy's Fishin Trip 05'

This was the first ever "Powell Trip". This was Fife and Steve's brain child. They planned a little get away for the boys to go to Lake Powell to fish, relax, hang out and do whatever else you do at Lake Powell to take the edge off. Fife, Steve and Das all headed down I think Friday. I was selling cars at the time and it was tough to take off work. So I headed down early Sunday morning. I got there and the boys picked me up. We went to the camp and proceeded to start playing horse shoes. We started playing some David Allen Coe. This was a bad Idea. Some of the people there got a little toasted.

It was getting hot, so we headed up a canyon to fish. We stopped and Das was unable to stay in the boat. He jumped in the water and was a pain in the ass to get out. The water was very cold and we told Das if he jumped in the water again we would leave him there. So he of course tested our word and jumped back in.
Here is Fife doing some fishing.
Steve getting ready for a storm.
Here is Das in the cold water.
When we finally pulled him back in he was purple. And bleeding bad. When he jumped in he hit his side on a tree. But we took care of him and got some towels around him to warm him back up.

A storm them kicked up. It was bad. We putted to Halls Crossing in the boat. We ducked into a slip to wait out the storm.

Here is Steve waiting out the storm.
Fife found comfort on the front of someones house boat.
Here I am with my catch of the day.
Das, Steve and Fife
Fife on his boat.
All of us. We woke up and I headed back Monday morning. They stayed till the end of the day. It was a fast trip for me but a good time.