every year over Labor Day weekend, our family gathers at the old farmhouse where a lot of us grew up. this year marked the 110th reunion, and about 60 people were there. most of the family is now scattered across the country, and can't make it every year. in fact, I have only been to four or five in the last decade. but everyone who comes has a great time, from the old to the new. we eat, we drink. we play volleyball and watch football. we even throw lawn darts. yes, the not-so-legal-anymore lawn darts. LAW BE DAMNED! the event ends when the last log has burned in the fire ring.
at some point Sunday afternoon, the annual walk down the track commences. growing up, it seemed to take sooooooooo long to get from the farm to the bridge. now, it's about 20 minutes, if you take your time. this year, I took my time, and my camera. it was a good walk.
the fire burned out about 11:30 Sunday night. everyone had a good time and got home safely. it's all we hope for.
Last trip home
