Heidi and I had quite the adventure on Saturday, and she wanted to make sure we wrote it down, so here you go Heidi, the Story of our epic adventure . . .
Heidi (aka Chancho) met this guy swing dancing, and he invited her to go boating Saturday. Not wanting to go by herself, and because I'm super awesome, she invited me to go with her. We both had some things to do in the morning, so she drove out to my house around 1:00. We were meeting this group of people we don't really know at Newton Dam. Heidi had never been there, but I had, so I figured it'd be easy to find. I called my Dad to make sure I knew how to get there, and we headed off on our adventure. Little did we know what an adventure it was going to be.
We drove to the Maverick in Richmond, and then headed West. It's pretty much a straight shot from Richmond to Trenton, and Newton is just over the hill after that, so it shoulda been simple. We made it to Trenton in no time, and we were quite happy when we saw a sign that said 'Newton Lake 2 miles'. Hooray! We ignored the incorrectness of the sign (it's not really a lake), and kept driving west. Tons of bikers, all of them women, soon were headed straight towards us. They were everywhere! We passed the road that wraps around the mountain in front of Newton, and kept going, looking for any sign of water. The next sign then said 'Clarkston'. We worried that there wouldn't have been a turnoff and we'd end up in Clarkston (the land of great nothingness), so we turned around and took the road that wrapped around the mountain. This road led us all the way around said mountain, and then finally into the quaint town of Newton, Utah. We then drove aimlessly around the tiny town until Heidi spotted a sign that pointed us right, and said 'Newton Lake'. They really like to call that Reservoir a lake. As soon as we turned down that road, we were again surrounded by bikers, but hundreds more, and they were going the same direction as us. Well shoot! We continued down the road, going about 10 mph on average. Occasionally we got lucky and were able to drive down the wrong side of the road to pass the bikers. It was just like being in England! After going for what seemed forever, we saw a dirt road on the right. Hallelujah! There wasn't a sign, but we knew we had to go right eventually, so we took it. . . . Big mistake!!! This road turned into not much more than a four-wheeler trail, with a drop off on the right side. There was mud everywhere, and we were slowly being wound around down into this random gulch, with no sign of civilization anywhere. We gosh darn! Heidi and I laughed hysterically the entire way, wondering how we were ever going to turn around on this tiny road. Then a stroke of luck! We saw the south side of the dam straight ahead. Somehow we managed to get on the side of the dam without water, lucky us. Our dirt trail then led us to a paved road, where guess what! There were the bikers! It was the exact same rode we'd been on previously, and right as we pulled up we saw the same bikers we'd been behind when we turned off earlier. After waiting forever and a day for a break in the bikers, we were able to get on the road, and drive about 2 minutes to the parking lot. Philip (my lovely car) was completely covered in mud, which was quite hilarious.
Now that we were there, we realized we had no idea what type of boat we should be looking for, or really what the people looked like. We were certainly in Hilly Billy heaven now. Heidi called the guy who invited her, only to find out they were being towed in from the other end of the reservoir because they'd run out of gas. Heidi and I just looked at each other and shook our heads. Of course, why would we have expected anything else? So we waited around with these people we don't really know while one of their brothers brought us gas. There were three guys and two other girls. Turns out all the guys graduated '03. Quite old, if you ask me. Eventually we got gas in the boat, and then Heidi and I rode the tube. It was tons of fun, but I definitely forgot how much it works your arms! We both ended up in the water, which wasn't nearly as cold as I thought it would be. Some other people tubed, and then I slalom skied. It felt so good! It's amazing how you can go 8 months without skiing, and it comes right back. It was so fun, but I definitely felt it the next day.
Here's a video of Heidi falling off the tube :) Normally when boating I film everyone to ensure I get the best wipe outs, but I didn't film anyone else because I don't know them, and that might qualify as creepy . . .
Heidi's on the far right. I apologize for the shakiness, it's quite hard to film while on a boat. Also, ignore the crappy music, cocky boy picked it.
We then watched as some of the other people wake surfed and wake boarded. It was fun, and they were nice, just not people I'd really choose to be friends with. One of the guys was super cocky, and even asked Heidi for a good luck kiss. Her answer was a swift, probably not. Rejected! It started getting cold, and it was almost five, so we decided to head in. The guy who invited Heidi then decided he wanted to wake surf one last time. Bad decision. They ran out of gas, again. Seriously, who does that? Apparently they don't know how to read a fuel gage. Once again, Heidi and I just looked at each other and shook our heads. We sat on the back of the boat and dangled our feet over the water as some nice boated towed us in. After the tow, we made it back to dry land. Heidi and I had to make about a 20 point turn to get out after someone parked behind me, but we succeeded When leaving we decided to try he opposite way. About two minutes later we were to the spot we'd been at earlier in the day when we turned around. We had been two minutes away, and we ended up driving for an extra half hour, drove through a gulch, and got trapped behind hundreds of bikers. We laughed the entire way home :)
Heidi and I are only beginning our summer adventures, for which I'm quite excited. We'll have to see what tomorrow brings :)
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