Hiking around camp was another big activity in Lake Powell. When looking at these pictures, it looks like children are seriously hanging off of cliffs. I can assure you Lydia and her cousins were always safe and constantly had an adult by their side and watching them. I think I have to remind myself of that when looking at these pictures!
Really, she’s safe, promise. It looks like a sheer cliff, but there was another step just below where she is sitting. Please don’t call the cops on us.
We discovered Charlotte is a terrible swimmer but would make an excellent mountain goat. She could climb anywhere with those short little legs of hers.
And of course Greg needs to hurt himself somehow. This was from jumping off of a teeny tiny cliff with me. Poor guy.
Getting buried in sand is always fun.
In the above picture I found the need to wear a wet suit while swimming. I tend to think any body of water that isn’t hot tub temperature cold. I am sure Greg sure thought that was sexy… Lucky man. But hey, I was comfortable and that’s what matters right?
Only one more post of these Lake Powell pictures left!