Lake Powell

The adventure began and seriously changed when I drove from Prescott Arizona to Lake Powell with a clogged full black tank (da shitter) Tried to dislodge the matter but had to call the professionals.

The weather had been ify the first week in April. When I knew the opportunity was prime I set out one morning to kayak Antelope Canyon.

I will not go into the details of finding out that my dear darling Tony had died 16 days past his 50 birthday. Too personal, too much still to except that I am unable to call him on the phone.