Maybe thats what I'll name my band... I still like "Ashtray baby heads" or maybe "Diesel Dust". If anyone takes those names... you'll know they heard it here first.
I went to lake powell this weekend. Most people go there in the summer. I can see why. I have been there in the summer. I like it a lot... but to go in the fall or winter is a COMPLETELY different experience. I slept on top of the houseboat. It couldn't have been 45 degrees either night we were there. The moon was so bright it was surreal. Once it set over the horizon, the stars were so bright you could see their reflection in the water. The lake was a giant sheet of glass. The silence was only occassionally broken by a distant boat, a high flying plane, a raven and even coyotes. No Jet Ski chainsaw conventions this time of year. It was so serene.
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