On Tue, 05 Jul 2005 02:35:53 GMT, Eddie
wrote:

On Mon, 04 Jul 2005 12:43:51 GMT, Shortwave Sportfishing
wrote:

On Mon, 04 Jul 2005 04:23:21 GMT, Eddie
wrote:

Anyone do Lake Powell?
Somebody told me that Lake Mead is almost going dry - I read that
somewhere.
I was at Lake Mead June 14th and the Hoover Dam guide said it's full.
When you look at the lake level and see the white above the water
line, it is not showing the lake as being down. Rather it is the
rock's feature of chemical make-up that gives a false impression that
the level is down. Sorry, forgot what that white rock is called.
btw, it looks like Lake Mead may be the better choice as it's much
closer to St. George. There is a town just E. of I-15 on State Hwy 12
called Moapa Valley that is a gateway to the lake from the freeway.
Looks fairly easy to access the N. part of Lake Mead.

No wild drunken orgies at Lake Powell huh?

Pansy. :)

No wild drunken orgies at Lake Powell huh?


You have confused Lake Powell with Lake Havasu.

On Tue, 5 Jul 2005 07:35:50 -0700, "RG" wrote:

No wild drunken orgies at Lake Powell huh?

You have confused Lake Powell with Lake Havasu.

Well, I did say that I've never been there. :)

"Shortwave Sportfishing" wrote in message
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On Tue, 5 Jul 2005 07:35:50 -0700, "RG" wrote:

No wild drunken orgies at Lake Powell huh?

You have confused Lake Powell with Lake Havasu.

Well, I did say that I've never been there. :)


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Which isn't to say that wild, drunken orgies never occur on Lake Powell.
Consider...

1. The lake is dotted with hundreds of houseboats that sleep up to a dozen
people.

2. There are countless nooks and crannies along the lake's 1900 mile
shoreline where said houseboats can be beached or tied off in seclusion.

3. If you're wearing anything more than a swimsuit, you're overdressed.

4. Last time I checked, beer was cheaper than gas.

5. Do the math, and wild drunken orgies at Lake Powell seem like highly
probable events. It's just that wild drunken orgies are the official
calling card of Lake Havasu, and we wouldn't want to infringe on that.


Actually I take great comfort in an unwavering faith that at any moment in
time, even this one, there is a wild, drunken orgy taking place somewhere on
the planet. I find this belief reassuring, much like knowing that rivers
continue to flow to the sea and the sun still sets in the west, even if my
invitation to the aforementioned orgy never arrived in the mail.