School starts again tomorrow. Crap. Not excited. I’m going to have 19 credits with such thrilling classes as Discrete Structures, Parallel Programming, Computer Systems, Scientific Visualization, Computer Design and my glorious thesis. On top of that I’ll be trying to fit in 20 hours of work per week. What am I doing to myself? Anyway, at least Bree and I got a pretty good final trip in before the end of summer.
Bree’s grandparents have a timeshare on a houseboat at Lake Powell – so all of the Fotheringhams went down to hang out for the week. Being a working man (and Bree a working woman) with big kid jobs – we weren’t able to make it down until Thursday. A few days there plus a night in Parowan and it was at least a final escape.
Thanks to the Fotheringham’s uber-nice boat, we got a chance to do a little skiing, wakeboarding, and surfing. Yes. Surfing. Bree is awesome at it. I am not. Nor am I any good at wakeboarding. Proof follows.
The final day was spent in the Red Hollow slot canyon accessed from Orderville, Utah. It was an awesome canyon. We parked at what I believe is a water treatment facility just outside of the canyon, and hiked along the sandy streambed into the canyon, sticking left and entering the red one (the stream splits and goes into both a white and red canyon. Red is what we wanted). It was about a mile and a half into the canyon, where it quickly turned to a very twisting and very stepped canyon. It took a lot of stemming to get up (hanging onto either side of the wall to climb up over boulders and the like). I was a little disappointed at the lack of water, though.
Climbing up the first section of rope. Luckily there were established ropes already in place.
There were two section that required a quick climb up to the next section. Bree did phenomenally.
At the top of the canyon, the wind kicked in. Freaky. Being a simple fluid moving through a tight canyon, it sounded exactly like the beginnings of a flash flood. Holy crap scary. We knew there were no clouds in the sky, but you can never be too careful. Just about as we were about to take off for a segment which had higher ground, the wind died down and Bree realized our stupid mistake. I was thankful.