October 8, 2010
By Anonymous

Off to Lake Powell with our boat
On our annual vacation
We arrive at the docks and set off
We hike all the way
Up...up...up to the top

We arrive at the red clay dwellings
We are all out of breath
I dig through the pack
I find what I want
A staining blue Kool-aid

We all climb in and out
Up, down and around
The dwellings are high
While we are all looking about
I drown in the Kool-aid

By the time mom turns
I am drenched in the punch
and so is my white bikini
I look up in the camera
And “snap!” mom takes a picture

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