Grassy

A couple of weeks ago we went to the annual Losee Reunion, otherwise known as Grassy Lake. For 15-ish years my dad's whole family went camping at this lake. Then for the next 9 the lake was empty and the camping changed to other random fake Grassy Lake locations. But this year the lake was refilled and stocked with fish-a-plenty (my dad even caught one) and so the whole clan headed back up to our beloved Grassy. It was so exciting for me to show Dustin a true Grassy Lake reunion. We found many trees my cousins and I mutilated by carving our names in them. We canoed around the lake.

We went on a four wheeler ride. We played softball with the cousins. Our kids got extremely dirty and bathed in the lake.

We tie-dyed shirts.

There was, of course, a treasure hunt, fish pond and pinata for the kids.

And we didn't get eaten by any bears. It made me a believer that even the Wibergs can camp. Of course, we'll have to take my mom, who still provided and prepared most of the food. So I guess the Wibergs can camp if all we do is have fun and somebody else does all the work. Any takers?