We are back—what a trip! No doom or gloom. The van ran perfectly. The relatives were well behaved and no traumas despite lots of visiting and historical references. I drove both ways very tiring but I survived. Dianne and I had a great time. I ws a brat only twice and both incidents happened round food.
We took off Friday morning round 4:00 a.m. And we discovered this is the way to travel. True the morning was dark but there was also no traffic as we headed north. We did not run into real traffic until we got to Boise—we stopped twice for bathroom breaks and to fill up with gas. I even took a short side trip to view the old stomping grounds, but the stomping grounds have changed so much it's nearly impossible to find the old neighborhood. Things like canals and some old trees remained which helped identify favorite hang outs and swimming holes but it's not the same old Boise—maybe I just have the Old Man Blues.
This morning we did the same trip but in reverse stopping only once for the fast food breakfast and potty breakfast. One tank kof gas and we were back in Salt Lake by 10:30. We got a nap and now trying to get things back to normal. THE TRIP IS DONE. THE REUNION IS OVER for this year.
Big thanks goes out to my Brother Paul who hosted the event at his new mega home. We usually have the event at a park but Paul hosted and worked great. His home is huge. The place is not too wheelchair accessible but it's summer and I was able to stay out side. Paul put together some makeshift ramps and I was in the house once and the place is a palace. It was better that I stay out side., I am a destroyer of walls.
Brat incident one: When we got there I found out the menu was to be fried chicken ordered from a local market or something. the chicken was excellent, I might add but to me a family reunion is a cook out, hamburger and hot dogs. Hamburgers and hotdogs is was I am used to. Actually, if we had gotten there a day earlier there was a cook out and Paul had bbqed a ton such meats. Luckily for me they had meats left over and they BBQed some for me—and others whos stepped forward indicating they wished the traditional fare.
Brat incident two:One of the people at the reunion had a birthday today and a beautiful chocolate had been made for this person. The cake was brought out and paraded round to be admired. As the event got nearer and nearer it's end I began to realize that unless someone made some noise the cake was not going to be cut or served. I made a couple of comments and soon it was out that the old guy wanted some cake and cake was served. The cake was good too. I am such a brat.:)
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