Lake Powell is one of the most beautiful lakes in the world. I rented a boat for the 4th of July and Kristi and I piled our dogs and camping gear in it and we drove that thing up to Dangling Rope, over to Rainbow bridge. It was here that my Nikon gave up the ghost. I thought I could wrap it in a plastic bag and swim up a cool slot canyon. Nope. It got wet through the plasctic bag. Once I got it back on the boat I pulled the batteries, and could smell that it was fried. Never to turn on again.