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Well, folks, I just got back from Lake Powell, where I was swimming in the water supply of most of Nevada and Southern California. Lake Powell borders Utah and Arizona, and runs through beautiful red rock canyons normally unaccessible except by helicopter or long desert hike. "Conservationists" have been trying to drain it for years. Their solution to the water problem involves using pumps to take the salt out of the ocean. I say, pick your pollution: a beautiful lake that draws tourists and provides access to the natural cliff faces, or a big cloud of coal smog from the energy required to run your pump. Or, perhaps some nuclear waste. Wait...you can send that to Utah as well.
On a lighter note, Stef and I had a great time at Lake Powell. I almost made it up waterskiing for the first time, and I did get up on the wakeboard for about 10 seconds. The first day there, I rubbed sunscreen on my own back. This was a BAD IDEA. I repeat, BAD IDEA. By that evening, people were picking out shapes in the sunburn patterns that stretched between my shoulders, which looked like they'd been chewed on by ROUSes. "I think I see the bat signal!"
I also got to feel my baby kick for the first time! Stef grew quite a bit this week. We find out the gender of the baby on the 14th, and we can finally stop calling it...it.
This has been a nice vacation. Now I can handle a couple more weeks of summer before school starts again.