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LAKE POWELL MARINAS
There are five marinas on Lake Powell, all operated by
Aramark Corporation, and all are open daily to
public. All marinas are land-based, except Dangling Rope Marina, which is accessible only by boat.
Lake Powell Resorts and Marinas PO Box 56909 Phoenix, AZ 85079-6909
You can rent a houseboat at any of
four land-based marinas. For reservations for houseboats or accommodations, boat rentals, charters, or day lake cruises, call toll free 800/528-6154. In greater Phoenix 278-8888 or fax 602/331-5258.
Reservations office is open 7 days a week, 7:30 am to 4:40 pm Mountain Standard Time, March through October. Open Monday through Friday other months. Closed Thanksgiving weekend, Christmas Day and New Year's Day.
Wahweap Lodge and Marina Box 1597 Page, AZ 86040 602/645-2433 Fax: 602/645-5175
Bullfrog Resort and Marina Lake Powell, UT 84533 Fax: 801/684-2312
Halls Crossing Marina Lake Powell, UT 84533 801/684-2261 Fax: 801/684-2319
Hite Marina Lake Powell, UT 84533 801/684-2278 Fax: 801/684-2358
Dangling Rope Marina is 41 miles from Glen Canyon Dam and has no phone, and runs on solar power. It has it's own gas dock.
You boat into Padre Bay around Padre Point, from Utah, and then you are in Arizona, under Tower Butte, part of
Navajo Indian Reservation. Tower Butte has identical symmetry on all four sides. From Wild Horse Mesa it rises 800 feet, its flat top three feet less than a mile above sea level.
Labyrinth Canyon winds its way from Padre Bay like a boney finger, pinching
sandstone puffball canyon walls narrower and steeper. At
end of
canyon I hiked on miles of sandy trails through rivertine shrubs, dead animals, shade, sun, shade, sun, and like an English maze garden. other canyons that shoot off or into
one we are on. But which one? I would not want to be here during a flash flood. In fact, there is no trace of
earlier storms
last two days,
sand sucked every molecule into it's earthern lair. The sand is dry; we take our shoes off;
oxide pushes between our toes like old, but still warm, campfire coals. The horizon is only up and it is an infinite turquoise and cloudless. Blakely and I hear sheep bleating, so we know we are on
Navajo Indian Reservation.
Back at
houseboat
passing storms stirs
fishing into a frenzy, and poles are hung over
top and bottom decks, with every other cast snarled in someone else's line. That night we caught plenty of stripers and in
morning it was channel cats on anchovies, but
million dollar fish received a good conduct medal for not landing on our lines. Everyone was cursing their bad luck and that had to be
most reviled fish in
lake. At least we saved film. By noon everyone was getting a little sunburned so it was time for more beer and Cheetos, and by
looks of some of
crew, they could have cut back on both.
MILLION DOLLAR FISHING TOURNAMENT
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