I grew up on Mead, learned to ski at 3 years old out there. What’s funny is when we’re flying in I still know where the beach was, and the foot of the hills that we would beach the boat up on and eat bologna sandwiches, drink Pepsi and swim (we were poor as dirt unplanned air force brats, but my dad wouldn’t give up the boat! Lol) It’s so sad to see what’s become of the lake. Lots of memories out there...
I’ll hook up with ya one day! Seems like every time we go to Vegas we end up having to leave the next day for some reason or another.