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Show If I sound partisan toward Lake Powell, you are correct. I am proud of this aquatic wonder and want to share it with you. Do you like to fish? Lake Powell has been stocked with millions of trout and bass. They'll be good fighting size this summer and good eating, too. Feel like exploring? Hundreds of side canyons- where few ever trod before the lake formed- are yours. They have names like Cathedral and Twilight- the list is long and many are still nameless. Fun sports?- Yes. This is sun country. Water skiing, swimming, scuba diving- all in clean, blue water that looks like deep blue sky. And if you feel lazy and just want to soak up sun and beauty, this is your place. Don't hike- amble. Lie in the sun. Putter along the shore. You'll never run out of places and space. If you're tired in mind and soul, in need of restful serenity, I don't know a better pla* ce. If you want to be alone, you can be alone. You just can't crowd Lake Powell's 1,860 miles of shoreline- equal in length to our Pacific shoreline from Tia Juana, Mexico, to the Olympic shores of Washington State. For that grand old American custom of seeing America first, where could be better? The air is dry and bracing, the sun is warm, and there's a prizewinning scene round every bend. And best of all for some, a campfire with old friends on Powell's shores at dusk. After pan- fried trout, which never taste the same in restaurants. You have a front- row seat in an amphitheater of infinity. The bright blue sky deepens slowly to a velvet purple and the stars are brilliant- glittering in that vast immensity above. Orange sandstone cliffs fade to dusky red- then to blackest black. The fire burns low- reflected in the placid lake. There is peace. And a oneness with the world and God. I know. I was there. - FLOYD E. DOMINY Commissioner, Bureau of Reclamation. There are millions in cities Who have never seen Red sandstone soaring skyward Like cathedral spires. page 16 |
