Grace-ful
Saturday was a perfect day, weather wise. Enough sunshine to just warm the skin but not enough to feel sticky, the slightest breeze that rustled wisps of hair at just the right moments. We thought going out on Utah Lake to watch conference was the perfect idea. And it was. This was our setup: Alex's fancy smartphone-turned-fm-radio plugged into his computer. So there we were, in the middle of Utah Lake, having the best morning ever listening to General Conference on the radio. We both loved it! No distractions, no noise (except that one frontier jet and people who asked us what we were fishing wish (the answer to which was rock-hard marshmallows)). Notice the glassy calm water... Then conference was over, I was planning on getting back to Provo to play softball by 12:30, so we knew we had to hurry out of there to make it back in time. Alex went to start the motor. It managed a disappointing chug, th...