A different kind of beauty

As all of you have heard me say at one point or another, Hawaii is absolutely gorgeous. I remember the first time I flew in and was taking the "coconut express" to the university, I was completely in awe of the beautiful lush mountains, and breathtaking beaches. Never had I experienced anything so...green!

Even though it is obvious that Hawaii is completely aesthetically pleasing to the eye, I have personally been so lucky and blessed to have grown up in an area that is also breath taking and beautiful-Lake Powell/Page, AZ. Everytime I come home, I am reminded of how beautiful this area is. Literally millions of people every year come to experience Lake Powell.

This past week was a particularily good week having my sister in town. Last Monday we went to Antelope Point Marina and launched two kayaks that Jess brought down, and we kayaked into Antelope Canyon.

It was great that we did this by kayak instead of a boat or jet ski, because we were able to go all the way up the canyon until it became very narrow, and ended with a very small beach which was only wide enough for our two kayaks.

As you can tell from the pics, it was also very dirty/'twigy'/silty the further up the canyon we went.

After we reached the pseudo"beach," we hiked a little and came upon the end of the Antelope Slot Canyon which was beautiful and fun to explore. We didn't even have the pay the Navajo Nation $18 bucks for a tour! :)

Jessie and I started to have a little too much fun creating photos imitating "The Lion King," "The Little Mermaid" and other random stuff...

I guess Jessie found it funny watching me struggle to get back down...

We knew that it was about time to turn back around when we came across the gate keeper..

Needless to say, we had a great time paddling around and discovering new things. I love how many different things that this area has to offer, and I just wished that I would taken advantage of it more when I actually lived here for more than just a couple of weeks at a time, but I'm grateful that I still can come home and enjoy "Page America," as Bubba on the local radio station would put it.