I am certain I am on the verge of a fun overdose. Let me enumerate briefly. After our family outing to Sandhollow (by the way, did you know pregnant ladies capsize?) Tyrel, Erin, and I were off for a week at Lake Powell. What a trip! Between the hot weather, tubing, waterskiing, and water sliding we didn’t have much time for eating or sleeping.
I barely made it back to town before it was off to Moab with the young men in our ward for more sun and tom foolery in the water. If you know anything about young men, there is a lot of the latter. However, the leaders on this trip set the tom foolery standard. I know nobody had more fun than I did.
After rolling into town early Friday morning the Enoch Robinsons packed for a baseball tournament in South Jordan. I can summarize the weather at the tournament by saying it felt like I was still in Moab or at Lake Powell. I don’t know what the actual temperature actually was, but it felt like it was well over 100 degrees with absolutely no breeze. I didn’t think you could lose weight by simply watching baseball but I am certain I will make fighting weight now. Tyrel said his black cleats were torture.
Tyrel had a rough tournament. His team played close and tough games and Tyrel only saw 2 strikes all tournament. At times, he would get too anxious and gave in to the urge to swing at pitches other than strikes. Despite these momentary lapses of judgment he seemed to refrain long enough to run the count full. Ultimately, he batted .500 (his only out was a squeeze bunt). When he would run the count full he inevitably reached first base on balls.Ready or not, our next tournament is this coming weekend. We have become a baseball family.
On Wednesday a group of the Robinson sort set out on a grand adventure to hike one of the many slot canyons nearby. Tyrel was certain he was up to the challenge but I admit I wasn’t as sure. Some 11 miles later we emerged happy and unhurt. Despite initially swimming through some fetid water I saw some breathtaking sights and had a good time with my family. With 3 in our party of 6 being kids there were some interesting moments and comments. Here are my favorites.
Having hiked the Subway before I enjoyed this hike more as it ended in a short, leisurely stroll down a paved path to a shuttle bus instead of a death march up out of an infernal of a canyon. By the way, I think ½ of all people on this trail were speaking a language other than English.
The kids played in the sand and water, jumped off the boat, and even went tubing. Erin was a bit timid with the tubing idea, I know that is a bit hard to believe, but eventually she was right in the thick of it. 
Even Amy took of walk of the wild side and did a little tubing of her own, and I have photos to prove it. We concluded she won’t be taking this evidence with her to her next doctor’s appointment. I think it was my persuasive argument that convinced her- Ryann isn’t afraid of swimming, she has been constantly swimming for 6 ½ months! In the end, sleep came quickly and easily for all of us.