Ken and I were house boating with friends on Lake Powell on a clear and lovely day in September of 1982. Sightseeing and picnicking were on our agenda. Well, we saw some unexpected sights, and we eventually enjoyed our lunch.
We happened to arrive at the pier near the bridge at the same time as a big tour boat from the marina at Wahweap. We pulled in and docked near them. The tourists disembarked as we did, and we all enthusiastically headed toward the majestic monument called Rainbow Bridge.
Several men were swimming in the water under the bridge. One pretty tourist called to them and asked if the water was cold. They said it was great.
Reassured, the lady climbed down the bank and proceeded to disrobe. She jumped into the water — as naked as the day she was born — and cavorted around swimming on her back affording quite a view. All the onlookers were gazing and gaping in astonishment; there were more cameras clicking away than you could believe.
A lady standing near me called down to one of the men, "Ed, Ed, you get out of there right now!"
Then she laughingly turned to a friend and said, "Of course, he can’t."
The tourist leader was plainly heard to say, "I’ve been bringing boats here for twenty years, and it finally was worth my while."