Sunday, August 11, 2019

Sappington's Gather at Yellowstone

This year’s family reunion at Yellowstone National Park (well, actually Island Park, ID) was bookended by two memorable events.

On Tuesday morning, August 6, we met Tom and Merna Summers at the Idaho Falls Temple, where we took part in 24 sealings, including sealings of 5 couples, sealings of 9 sons to their parents and sealings of 10 daughters to their parents.  We were married in the Idaho Falls Temple on August 31, 1963 and attended many times but haven’t been there since the temple was renovated a few years ago, so it was a really pleasant experience to be there again.

At the cabin we caught up with Kelly, Gary and Watson (in the middle of a complete home renovation); Michael, Lilly and Joshua (Jessica, Kirsten and Laura were at Girls Camp) along with Kaytee and her three girls Adyn, Skylar and Thoryn.  We played games, floated on the river (brrrr, a little too cold for my blood), hiked, ate, did a fun craft project provided by Aunt Kaytee and enjoyed each other’s company for 4 days.  The weather was a little bit cool for the end of summer, and the kids shed tears when it was time to leave the cabin.  

As a grandmother, I particularly enjoyed seeing my grands "earthing" ... the millennial definition of "playing outside without screens."  The cabin is location at the edge of a little forest where the kids played together in building a fort / house.  Loved seeing what they built and hearing the laughter throughout the day.

The other memorable experience? I made chicken noodle soup for everyone and the kids really liked it.  When it came time to leave for home, I thought it made sense to send the leftovers home with Kaytee though she didn’t have an ice chest, but only had 2 hours to drive.  The leftover chicken soup was placed in the back window behind Skylar, but it didn’t have a secure lid.  Kaytee knew she’d need to drive carefully but was confident she’d make it home without incident and was pleased to know she wouldn’t have to cook when she arrived home. Within a few miles, a bicyclist pulled out into traffic and everyone stopped quickly.  Needless to say, Skylar’s nickname of “Chucklehead” is probably going to need to be changed to “Noodlehead.”  

I felt so bad because I should have done a much better job securing this cargo!  Bad Momma!

There are already plans being discussed for next year’s get-together. The beach? Colorado?  Maybe even back to the cabin.  Who knows?