After our rainy and stormy first day on Lake Powell, we were thrilled to wake up to a clear-sky forecast for our second. I’d quickly fallen for the RV life I wondered if I’d be able to adapt to, and suddenly I yearned for an open-ended adventure with no set date we had to return our keys.īut for now, we’d made the most of what we had. We’d done and seen so much already, but I wanted more.
Already, we’d driven a desolate stretch of Route 66, marveled at the Grand Canyon, stood on the shores of Lake Powell and explored Antelope Canyon. I woke up on day four of our mini American Southwest road trip wishing I could stop time.
