For the past three years we have spent our fourth of July at Lake Powell on the Ol' My Darlin soon to be named Who's Your Daddy. (I think that name fits our family a little better.) You know you need a name change when little teenagers are singing the song "Ol' My Darlin" and laughing when you pass by. Its worth it though.
The trip didn't start off too well. We were following Ryan and Megan going 78 in a 55 Construction Zone and got pulled over. We thought that the cop would just give us a warning, but NO his slapped us both with a $232.00 ticket.
The rest of the trip went great, just as planned. Until Tuesday night when Ryan went into the Marina to get the Hickman Family and practically sunk the boat. Not his Fault! I guess when the waves started towering over and filling the boat people decided it was time to JUMP. So in the water they went. They had to find the closest island and sit their until he could come back for them. They said it could have been a scene from Gilligan's Island. I wish I could have seen it! 
This was Hudson's first year out to the Lake. He loved it. He spent a lot of time hanging out with his cousin Colt in the baby pool with their Bumbo's. We call them Bumbo Buddies.
