It's not quite right calling it a reunion, but in many ways it is. It is the chance we get to have once a year to have all of the Johnson clan together. This year we kept our trip local and went up to the cabin. We didn't have a lot of activities planned, but that gave the kids the chance to play in the dirt. The girls went to work pretty quickly making a special place just for them. They built a lean-to, hauled up logs for their chairs, cleared a central area, and made a bunch of yarn crafts to hang in the trees. The Grove was their favorite place by far, and they spent a lot of time up there.
The boys...honestly I don't know what they boys did every day out on the property. I know they ran around barefoot. I know they showed up for meals. I know they were filthy. And I know they were really happy.
I think their second favorite place were their individual tents. Not all of us could sleep in the cabin, so we pitched some tents. The Thurstons had their tent. The Johnsons had their tents, and then the girls had their own; McKenzie and Faye, then Cambrie was up in the woods all by herself. She couldn't have been happier. The boys were all in the bunkbeds next to Jeremy and I. We only had one crashing casualty. Sam fell off the first night and bit his lip pretty hard. The poor kid had a swollen lip the rest of the trip, but at least no one else fell out of that top bunk! (We'll forget the part where Daxton tried to do a flip out of the bed and totally landed on his head. Poor kid felt rather lousy the rest of the evening.)
Sometimes we'd gather everyone together and makes some crafts, play some games, horseshoes, badmitten, Oregon Trail, and the adults played a couple rounds of Sentinels of the Multiverse.
We brought up some fireworks to light on the 4th. Since we couldn't light flying fire projectiles at the cabin, we lit a couple packages of snakes and the kids thought the ash from those was super cool. They coated their hands in the black ash and had to go rinse off down in the stream.
We went on a couple of exploring expeditions, one of them was to Northfork trail and waterfall. It wasn't a long hike, only about .5 miles from the parking lot to the waterfall, but it was perfect for the kids. There were steep challenging climbs, lots of foliage, and just the right amount of shade to keep us cool. We had only been at the waterfall for moments before my girls started clambering up the waterfall on the side.
Well, it started a chain reaction and before we knew it, almost every grandkid scrambled up the falls. It wasn't easy and required some help from the adults but thankfully every kid made it up and down without injury. Can you count the stinging nettle that Sam and Kelton found?
We had some soggy feet back at the cars, but we also had some kids with fewer wiggles than when we started, so I'll take that!
Grandma Stratford came up and spent one day with us. She was with us when we were crafting.
She was with us when we lit the fire and roasted s'mores. I'm grateful that she has such a wonderful place with so many memories where we can hang out together as a family.
My little fireside buddy.
My mom with some of the grandkids.
On our final day as we were leaving the valley, Jeremy and my mom decided that we should take the scenic route to Logan. We drove up and over the pass through Avon. Jeremy's taken the road once when we was still a bachelor, but it was our first time. It was a rutted dirt road, but it provided some spectacular views of the valley. At the summit we hopped out and climbed around on the rocks. It didn't take any longer than I-15, but it was a lot prettier!