
We have found the Golden ticket of Lakes. It's this beautiful lake in Wyoming in the small city of Pinedale. So small they don't even have a McDonald's. (There is a subway in one of the gas stations, but that's the only chain or fast food they have up there.)
The lake is almost always glass since the water temperature is anywhere from 65-67 degrees (Nothing a dry suit can't handle!) so we are the only ski boat on the lake,(Oh and the guy who owns the purple
ski nautique who sets up a buoy course. Thank you very much!) I believe, it's one of the cleanest lakes in the U.S. I don't have to spit out the water I inevitably swallow when I crash like I would at Utah lake. Since it is from a glacier run off it's crystal clear and is a sight to behold.
They have cabin like rooms right along the lake, a beach for the kids and a really expensive restaurant in the the lodge that has the best French onion soup. (Hold the onions)
My Dad bought a new boat, I think last year, and we went out in it one afternoon to Utah lake, but it was really choppy and I only got to wake surf, so I was so excited to be spending a few days only boating. That was until we were getting ready to launch the boat.
We had everything ready and were driving down the partially dirt road and hit a pot hole. I was relaxing on the bench seat and all of a sudden had the wakeboard slam into my face. I jumped up and realized my brand new sunglasses were broken in half, and my face was throbbing. My little brother asked if I was OK and when I pulled my hand away, I realized my vision was blurry due to the blood that was coming down my face. I said NO! And Rick tried to get Dad to stop but he couldn't hear us due to the loud diesel, so Rick jumps out of the boat to the street and runs up to the window of the truck. Dad stops and comes back to see "the Damage," He said it looked like I'd been shot in the face, but when we wiped away the blood, it was just four little puncture wounds from my glasses; which I think saved me from stitches!

This was the next day,
And these are day two or three, I had two black eyes, and people were giving Nate bad looks when we walked together. But that didn't stop me from enjoying my weekend of boating.


Other than that the rest of the week was near perfect, I was even able to utter the famous words from val, "It was the best water we've ever had..."
I haven't been on a ski in over five years due to being pregnant, C-sections, winter, bad weather/water and was really worried that the near 30 and out of shape me wasn't going to be able to get up, but it was just like riding a bike and I popped up on my first try and even got in a good cut or two. we also did a little wakeboarding,some wakesurfing,and even some sky skiing (pictures of that to come.)

Nate somehow improved his wakeboarding skills over the last five years (I'm going to look into whether or not he is really in residency or wakeboarding everyday on some lake in Hershey???) Unfortunately I only have the one picture of him since I took all the others with my Dads camera, but when I get them from him I will post his awesomeness!
The boys enjoyed making a hot tub with uncle Morgan at the beach, burying Liam in the sand until Owen was "helping" and threw it in his eyes, feeding the huge ground squirrels, "fishing", falling into the lake twice, and even a sleepover with Lexi.

It was so much fun to spend time with my family and get to know my Nephew Graham a little better. He is such a good baby. Even though we had a little disagreement about some Guacamole, we became fast friends.
I got the boys matching Baja hoodies for the occasion and Grahmbos birthday since we'll not be there for it in September, and I wish that they made them for women too. I was jealous seeing them all nice and warm after skiing in the cold lake at night.


But one of the highlights from the trip was watching my little brother be a dad and the difference between Moms and Dads. This is how Chris watched Graham while Mom was wakeboarding:



Totally safe right???
Thanks to all for the best week we've had in a long time! We miss Newtah like crazy, and I am reminded of that every five minutes.