I left Lake Powell yesterday. It was...how you say...different. My family usually goes in the dead of summer when it feels like the air is sucking the life right out of you and the only escape is the 80+ degree water. But this year, the lake water was in the mere 60s (no thanks).
We had some minor casualties (three citations for fishing without a license, one case of food poisoning, and one damaged foot), but a lot of good fishing and fam time in spite of it all.
Now, with six hours before I depart for Managua, Nicaragua, I am beginning to feel that little sense of in-limbo. We'll see how long it lasts.