Well, we had another adventure at Lake Powell. Unfortunately it ended a little short. It could have been worse. We all got our tans perfected, and swimming out of our systems. We tested out our fishing lures and we came to our second to last day.
The motor boat was pulling up to the houseboat a little faster than usual. Collin (my 10 year old brother) reached out to slow the boat down. Jeffrey and I were there watching as they pulled in. Collin's hand was smashed between the boat and the houseboat. His poor little hand popped open like a large blister. To spare the graphic details, My mom held his hand tight to try and stop the bleeding while my dad and Cody gave Collin a blessing. They contacted the offshore marina to have paramedics waiting. Amber went along with them staying very calm helping out a lot. They arrived at bulfrog bay with paramedics ready to asses. They immediately called for life flight, with how much blood Collin had lost, and he was showing signs of shock. Can I just say his hand needed more than just a few stitches. It was such a blessing though that more damage wasn't done, not a bone broken, just a little nerve damage to his pinky so far. Collin is such a strong kid. If this were to happen to Jeffrey.......who knows how the outcome would be. By some miracle they let my mom go with Collin in the helicopter and they rushed him to Primary Childrens (which was another miracle, they didn't just send him to the nearest hospital they sent them home where friends and family could help). Collin endured a 2 1/2 hour surgery where his hand was stitched back together. The only thing Collin was worried about was the pink nail polish on his toes......ooops :) My dad and Cody and Amber came back to the boat to fill us in. The next morning we packed up to come home. We had a safe trip home. Until next year......maybe.
Jeffrey was in the water the minute we arrived. He stayed in the water pretty much the whole trip.










