Every Memorial Day weekend, my family goes camping at a nice campground at Wikiup Resevoir, southwest of Bend, Oregon. I am really not that much of a camping gal, but I do it for my kids. Good thing my husband was raised camping and is an Eagle Scout, so he knows what he is doing. His parents always set up their fifth wheel and we use a tent. It didn’t rain much, but wasn’t sunny either. The fish were not biting at all this year, but there was something different about the whole trip My husband’s father was diagnosed with oral cancer last month. Although the doctors feel it was caught early, you just never really know what the outcome is going to be. My father in law is only 65, just retired a few months ago. He will face surgery in two weeks to have his jawbone removed and replaced by his femoral bone in his leg. It will be a major surgery. What is extra scary is that a high school friend of mine just passed away last Sunday of the same cancer. So we never know if this was one of the last camping trips my father in law will be able to enjoy. We took many pictures. Our campsite this year was right on the lake.
My little Braxton enjoyed running around on the lakeshore getting dirty as could be, throwing sticks and Ponderosa pine cones into the water for our dog, Banner to go fetch.
Myelie, age 12 enjoyed making forts, Kendallyn who is 14 was busy texting boys and Jonathan, my eldest, age 16 enjoyed chatting up his new girlfriend wherever his cell phone could get reception. I should have made my kids leave their cells behind, but I remember being a teenager. Sure, there were no cell phones, but I know where my mind was when I was a teenager.
Jonathan played guitar for the group (17 people in all) at the campfire. They were not campfire songs, but everyone was entertained by his amazing talent.
