Family Reunion

My dad's family does not do family reunions; at least not on a regular basis. Before this summer the last one we had was when I was 15. We got together at Mack's Inn and had so much fun. It was great to see cousins who I had not seen for at least 10 years.

Grandma helped Ronin wade in the river. The water was freezing, but of course the kids didn't notice.

My dad and his siblings. It is always a laugh when they all get together. They feed off one another and before we know it we are all cracking up!

We had a little fireside Friday night.

We all sat on camp chairs and my uncle Tom reminded us of our heritage and my Grandpa Albaugh. We all teared up a bit.

We all had big plans to play in the river again Saturday, but the weather had other plans for us all. We drug all our camp chairs under a large tent shelter and had fun making leather and survival bracelets and chatting. Even though we didn't get to do what we planned we had a good time squished together and making the best of our situation.