Unscripted- Spring Break Lake Powell -2018- -

was a moment in time. A perfect alignment of water, weather, and youth. If you were there, you are nodding right now. If you weren't... well, the lake is still there. Go make your own unscripted story. Just remember to bring more sunscreen than Chad. Have a memory from Lake Powell Spring Break 2018? Share the chaos in the comments below. (And yes, we eventually found the paddleboard.)

We threw the anchor straps into the shallows. The sand was that impossible orange-pink color. Within an hour, a floating city had formed. Kayaks were launched. The inflatable flamingo pool float was, regrettably, inflated. And the cliff—oh, the cliff. A 45-foot red sandstone slab sloping gently into water that was a terrifying 58 degrees. Unscripted- Spring Break Lake Powell -2018-

The "unscripted" nature meant that by Day 2, nobody knew what day it was. We woke up because the sun became unbearable inside the cabin. We ate cold pizza for breakfast because the propane stove ran out. We swam to the neighboring houseboat to borrow mustard. That neighbor, a group of off-duty fire fighters from Denver, ended up staying with us for the remainder of the trip. That is the law of Lake Powell: you share your beach, or you share your whiskey, but you cannot remain strangers. To understand why this specific trip is legendary, you have to look at the historical weather data for March 2018. Typically, Spring Break at Powell is a gamble. You might get sleet. You might get 60 mph winds that turn your houseboat into a spinning top. But for the five days spanning March 18–23, 2018, the jet stream stalled. was a moment in time