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There is a spot near Dangling Rope (RIP, the marina is mostly gone now) where the jump is exactly 35 feet. In 2018, a spring breaker named "Chad" (probably) spent 45 minutes psyching himself up. He took off his shirt, slapped his chest, screamed "YOLO," and jumped. He hit the water flat. The sound reverberated off the canyon walls like a gunshot. He surfaced, bright red, gasping, and didn't say a word for two hours. He wasn't hurt, just humbled. The lake teaches you physics very quickly.
What I can do instead, if you’re interested: Unscripted- Spring Break Lake Powell -2018-
We spent the rest of the week navigating the "Toilet Bowl"—a natural whirlpool hole in the rock—and exploring narrow slot canyons where the walls were so close we could touch both sides at once. No cell service meant no Instagram, no emails, and no reality. Just the smell of campfire smoke, the taste of sandy sandwiches, and the feeling of being very small in a very ancient place.
Lake Powell, Arizona/Utah—specifically utilizing houseboats to navigate the lake's canyons and secluded coves. I can to be more nostalgic, funny, or
We never used a color-coded itinerary again.
One of the defining features of was the water level. Because the reservoir was high, we were able to squeeze Houseboat #3 (the decrepit one we called "The Rust Bucket") all the way into West Canyon . He took off his shirt, slapped his chest,
Our flotilla launched out of Wahweap Marina in late March. The air temperature was a deceptive 65 degrees when we boarded the "Navajo Princess" (a rented 70-foot behemoth with a slide on the top deck). The mandate for the week was simple: Unscripted . No itineraries. No reservations. We had five days of fuel, two massive coolers of grilled meats, and a Bluetooth speaker that we vowed to keep alive via a rickety solar panel.