Flashback: A Jumbly End to Summer

Ug.  I have been so neglectful of sharing about our trips to Idaho this year.  And now it is months later, and all I can think to do is show you some pictures.  We really did have a nice time in Idaho over Labor Day—possibly Henry most of all, who was so, so excited to spend every day with his “friends.”  It is pretty fun to have so many cousins to play with.

We spent a bit of time in Meridian, then we headed up to McCall for the long weekend, where Casey, Kim, and Olivia came down to join us.  Jason headed home shortly after that, and Henry and I spent lots of quality time with Papa, Aunt Shaanti, and Aunt Jenny.

I’m sitting here thinking back on our trip, and it feels all jumbly in my head.  Of course it does.  It was jumbly in real life.  By the end of the trip, we had to say goodbye to my Grandad, and so the weeks we were there had a strong undercurrent of sadness and celebration.  Mom was able to be at the Farm when Grandad passed away, and the rest of us caravanned the nine hours to be there to celebrate his long, wonderful life.  Road tripping with my dad was one of the highlights of my year.  And oh, wonderful Jason, who flew back out to be with us!

It was wonderful and so hard.  Between all the traveling and chaos and processing my own goodbyes to Grandad, it took us a while to get our feet back under us once we got home.  But I wouldn’t have missed it for anything.

So, anyway, I want to say more about Grandad, but in the meantime, here is the “graphic novel” I promised (p.s.  Jason and I are sitting here at our computers, tired and asking each other to fill in the blanks in our brains.  “Graphic novel” was the best he could do for me.  I completely failed to provide him with a usable wildfire anecdote.  Time to go to bed.)


These two are pretty excited.


Throwing rocks in the pond never gets old. For Henry…


First tubbing experience at Lucky Peak.


This picture is the awesome part of this rather questionable experience. The crashed that followed was not.


Paddle boating and Henry’s first fishing trip. During which Mommy basically had to have Uncle Chad rip the head off the fish that swallowed the hook. Nice.


Nothing could be better than sitting at the table with his cousins.


A detour from the family corn hole tournament (which Jason and I won, btw).


Tractor rides with Papa.


Takin’ it to the hoop.


Playing Pizza Party with Granny.


Gramps on his 91st.


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