Late September saw a posse of Wett Ones on a Strel Swimming
tour to Lake Powell in the US state of Arizona. Lake Powell is younger than
this writer, the result of damming the Colorado River to create a 658-square-kilometre
aquatic paradise in the Grand Canyon. Lake Powell defines the border between Utah
and Arizona – or, as Americans say, the state line.
Before the trip I was a bit anxious; Would I be able to
keep up? Would my wonky shoulder last the trip? Was the swimming going to be
good enough to justify flying to the other side of the world? Would we all get
on?
Wett Ones had swimsuits made in hues inspired by the red earth
and blue sky of Arizona. Squabbling over the designs – colours, cuts, sizes –
didn’t bode well for us getting along on the holiday itself.
No worries! The experience was wonderful, far beyond my
expectations. I kept up and my shoulder held out. I made new friends and
strengthened old friendships. We all got on like a log cabin on fire.
The holiday was arranged by Borut Strel. We were lucky
enough to have his dad, Martin, with us too. Martin is known as the River Man,
having swum the entire length of the Amazon. After that, splashing about in
Lake Powell is like having a bath.
Our group numbered 12: seven Wettones (Lindy, Kari, Scott,
Matt, Rowan, Nori and Nick), a couple from Canada (John and Francis) and from
San Francisco, Mariam and Mohammad. Rounding out the group was Patty, an
industrial-strength open-water swimmer from Galveston, Texas.
The tour lasted fou
r days with three
days swimming. We
went out each day on one of two speedboats, one captained by Rusty, who
has plied the placid waterway for most of his life and almost all of its life. We
buddied up so we never swam alone. We were watched over on our 2-kilometres
dips by Bonny on her paddle board and the two boats. Back on the boat and off
to swim in another awesomely beautiful spot. Borut’s pasta-and-salad lunches were perfect. We
swam in canyons, through rocky mazes and into caves. We took thousands of
photos of each other and the scenery.
On the last day we had a bit of drama as the National Park
was closed due to US Government shut-down. We snuck in anyway, avoiding the rangers,
and swam 4 kilometres worth of quiet snaky canyons close to the marina. (As
some wag said about the US government: Had Obama tried turning it off and
turning it on again? That sometimes works.)
The Wetties: (L to R) Nori, Matt, Lindy, Rowan, Nick, Kari and Scott
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