Lake Powell
Are You Griswold Enough? A weird and wacky road trip through the American Southwest
Driving out of Las Vegas, our white Chevy rental car racing east toward the red mountains of Utah, my husband Blake cranks up “The Devil Went Down to Georgia” and starts singing and air banjo-ing along. “What is this?” our teenage daughter Avery groans from the back seat. “Why are
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