We were about half-way there when I slapped my leg and uttered an expletive. Mark looked over at me from the driver’s seat.
“You forgot your camera, didn’t you?”
“Want to go back and get it?”
“No, we’re halfway there. Forget it.”
So, I’ll have to rely on my sister to share pictures because she remembered her camera.
Oh well. It was fun, anyway, and I hardly missed my camera because I was busy catching up with my cousins and second cousins and aunts. No uncles, though. Sadly, they are all gone now.
One of my cousins informed me that I was a “little shit” when I was little and also that I was incredibly shy. I knew about the shy part. I didn’t think anyone but my parents really thought I was a little shit, though. The accusing cousin also informed me, basically, that he thought I grew up to be pretty cool, so I didn’t feel so bad about the “little shit” label.
It was a really fun day. It looked like it was going to rain, but it never did. The sun even showed its face for a while. I was so enthralled with my extended family that it escaped my notice that maybe Mark and Brad and Heather probably weren’t as enthralled as I was. (Jake and Kacey didn’t come – work and softball took precedence.) Brad asked if I minded if they took a little jaunt over to the trout farm just around the corner from the park where the reunion was being held. Of course I didn’t mind.
I proceeded to gab and gab and gab with my cousins and second cousins. It seemed like the three were hardly gone at all when they returned with a bag of ice and trout, which they then tossed into the cooler which held our beverages for the day. Gross. Good thing I had already drank my share for the day.
Mark caught the tiniest trout. I thought that was funny and couldn’t stop laughing. Apparently, you’re not allowed to toss ’em back at the trout farm, so he had to keep the baby trout. Here, Brad and Heather display Heather’s trout chasing Mark’s trout: