My ex's father likes to take the "shortcut" to Lake Powell over that winding two lane highway (with my kids). There is, of course, an Interstate readily available. To make matters worse, he likes to do it late at night when all the huge tractor trailers are hauling ass. Nothing I can do about it. I suppose this may be one reason I'm not the greatest fan of Powell.
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