I'm not too sure what more can be said about Lake Powell, we seem to be here quite a lot - in fact, we're going again next month. Lake Powell has been a Stapley family tradition long before I joined the family. This is by far, our most favorite vacation as a family.
Luckily, no one was injured this trip. No broken noses, stitches or broken arms like last year, thank goodness.
However... we managed to get pulled over not once, but twice by the same sheriff, for undisclosed reaasons. It was the same sheriff we met last year when one of the kids got ran over by a rental boat. I think we're making buddies with him.

Our usual spot, out by Lone Rock. I think they reserve it for us every year.

The crew on the blasted sandhill. Have I mentioned how much I hate climbing this thing and how I get talked into it every stinkin' year?!
Our trip wouldn't be complete without endless hours of surfing.

Meet our newest couple, Cam and Mitch - oops, I mean Rusty and Craig. I think Tommy was a little jealous.

