Rockin’ Rockport

Posted by on September 3, 2014 at 9:31 pm :: No Comments

Every summer, a group of our friends forgoes the comforts of roof and bed to head out into the “wild” for a weekend of camping. This year we opted to go to Rockport Reservoir near Park City, per my brother Drew’s suggestion. It turned out to be one of his better ideas in a while.

With a slow shutter speed and some moonlight, a lake can be a colorful thing.

With a slow shutter speed and some moonlight, a lake can be a colorful thing.

Gally served as flood initiator.

Gally served as flood initiator.

Our company at Rockport consisted of my brother’s family and the Rowleys. We spread ourselves out over a few nearly ideal campsites. They were directly on a beach that was only accessible to campers and boaters, hence, we had it completely to ourselves almost the entire time. And, unlike many of Utah’s beaches, this cove was actually sandy.

The kids loved their endless access to the beach our campsites were on.

The kids loved their endless access to the beach our campsites were on.

Jason and I rented a couple of WaveRunners and let everyone enjoy them.

Jason and I rented a couple of WaveRunners and let everyone enjoy them.

As lovely as our secluded shoreline was, beyond it the water beckoned. Jason and I decided to rent a couple of personal watercrafts for a few hours on Saturday morning. These rentals were available for pick up right on the reservoir and we were able to drive them straight onto our beach. Yes, it was rather convenient. The WaveRunners were a big splash with the kids, whom we took turns giving rides to, ranging from mild to wild.

A beach looks better with a Jason on it.

A beach looks better with a Jason on it.

Milo wanted to give making his own whirlpools a whirl.

Milo wanted to give making his own whirlpools a whirl.

Many sandcastles were built and, subsequently, demolished during our trip.

Many sandcastles were built and, subsequently, demolished during our trip.

After hours of sandcastles, backstrokes, and wakes, we took a break from the reservoir to go geocaching, which Jason and I had never tried. One failed search led to Jason landing in a large bouquet of stinging nettle but, eventually, we did find a couple of different caches. The kids loved these technologically-enhanced treasure hunts and the adults seemed to find them intriguing.

Isabelle relished the shore mud and then abhorred it, at alternating intervals.

Isabelle relished the shore mud and then abhorred it, at alternating intervals.

Yes, this quasi-planking pose was clearly initiated by Jason.

Yes, this quasi-planking pose was clearly initiated by Jason.

Following our geo quests, as camping tradition dictates, we ate hotdogs and s’mores around a campfire before jumping into some spooky tales at Silas’ request. Most of the adults passed on spinning a ghostly yarn but not me. When it comes to inventive blabbering, I don’t scare easily. I gave those youngsters a never-ending story that would make The Iliad and The Odyssey look like CliffsNotes. (I tried several times to finish my tale hastily but the kids wouldn’t allow it.) Two hours later, my impromptu account of the history of a haunted house involving bones, phantoms, and tragic romance finally came to its overdue conclusion. And you thought my posts were longwinded…

For part of our afternoon diversions we went geocaching.

For part of our afternoon diversions we went geocaching.

I spent two hours telling the kids a ghost story around the campfire. Despite its lengthiness, they wouldn't let me take any shortcuts to its conclusion.

I spent two hours telling the kids a ghost story around the campfire. Despite its lengthiness, they wouldn’t let me take any shortcuts to its conclusion.

Our Rockport weekend went by quickly. It had all that you’d expect from a camping excursion: cozy fires, stinky pit toilets, ghost stories, sizzling wieners, relaxation, and energetic chatter. Plus, it provided the perks of a sandy oasis.

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