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Lake Powell

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Gabe Zollinger

Out of all of the wonderful things that are in Utah, i’m not sure that anything compares to Lake Powell, I have so many memories of those crystal clear waters, and that beautiful color of red rock blending with the morning sunlight. And I have only been their three times, one of them I was infant; so I don’t I have much of a memory from that trip. I can remember going again for the first time in my memory, I knew that the 7 hour trip would be well worth it. I can remember feeling very independent, I was the only one from my immediate family that was coming on the trip. I was surrounded by friends and family, yet I felt so alone, the solitude was very cleansing. But out of all of the amazing things that we did during the day, such as tubing all of the time, kayaking to far away locations, or simply relaxing on the warm red rock. I still think I loved the nights more than day time. Sleeping on the deck you could see a stunning array of stars, gazing up at them made me feel especially small, that my life is just a speck of everything that’s happened throughout time. Sometimes I wasn’t especially tired, I would go for a night swim, out of all of the things that go on in Lake Powell this is definitely the most terrifying yet thrilling experience of my time their. I would look over the edge of the house boat to see deep black waters, as I dive in and open my eyes, plunging deeper and deeper into the depths, I think of the deep ocean and how unaware we are of the creatures that lurk in the depths, of course I was just in a lake at night. But the human imagination can run wild when put in situations like this. I go deeper and deeper with an eerie feeling like I have never felt before. Every sense in my body is gone, just blackness. I eventually began to run out of air realizing I have to return to reality. Just 15 seconds down here feels like an eternity, as I return to the surface I take a breath of icy air, the water is black and still. As I swim back to the shore, my adrenaline starts rushing and I start to swim faster.

Out of all of the wonderful things that are in Utah, i’m not sure that anything compares to Lake Powell, I have so many memories of those crystal clear waters, and that beautiful color of red rock blending with the morning sunlight. And I have only been their three times, one of them I was infant; so I don’t I have much of a memory from that trip. I can remember going again for the first time in my memory, I knew that the 7 hour trip would be well worth it. I can remember feeling very independent, I was the only one from my immediate family that was coming on the trip. I was surrounded by friends and family, yet I felt so alone, the solitude was very cleansing. But out of all of the amazing things that we did during the day, such as tubing all of the time, kayaking to far away locations, or simply relaxing on the warm red rock. I still think I loved the nights more than day time. Sleeping on the deck you could see a stunning array of stars, gazing up at them made me feel especially small, that my life is just a speck of everything that’s happened throughout time. Sometimes I wasn’t especially tired, I would go for a night swim, out of all of the things that go on in Lake Powell this is definitely the most terrifying yet thrilling experience of my time their. I would look over the edge of the house boat to see deep black waters, as I dive in and open my eyes, plunging deeper and deeper into the depths, I think of the deep ocean and how unaware we are of the creatures that lurk in the depths, of course I was just in a lake at night. But the human imagination can run wild when put in situations like this. I go deeper and deeper with an eerie feeling like I have never felt before. Every sense in my body is gone, just blackness. I eventually began to run out of air realizing I have to return to reality. Just 15 seconds down here feels like an eternity, as I return to the surface I take a breath of icy air, the water is black and still. As I swim back to the shore, my adrenaline starts rushing and I start to swim faster.