Lake Powell...a little late.

Lake Powell is like a religious holiday in the Tripp family. They go every year and have since before Trevor was born. I love to go to Powell, don't get me wrong, but was a little (a lot) nervous to take Brooklyn. I had nightmares for weeks about her falling off the house boat or something tragic happening. But...with much convincing I agreed to go, and am very glad I did. Brooklyn loved the ski boat. She went into a sedated state the second the engine started. She would mold right to you and just lay there the entire time. It was such a blast to go and we were so glad to be there with some of our favorite people. Until next year, Lake Powell!

 Trevor fell asleep feeding Brooklyn!