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?

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.

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.

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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