This past Friday Brandon and I took off for a little family reunion in Okoboji, IA. We do this every year – Grandma Mardie gets a cabin at Camp Okoboji, where a bunch of us used to go for church camp every summer. There are about 30 of us – aunts, uncles cousins, significant others – that converge on the place at various times during the week. This year was unique in that we had 24 there at one time or another, including cousins from Washington D.C. and Panama (yes, Panama). It was a great time, filled with cookouts, campfire talks, bean bag tournaments, trips to Arnolds Park, kayaking, swimming, waterskiing, and lots of just sittin’ around talkin.’
I have to just say this…when the entire family lines up in lawn chairs to spectate the White Family Bean Bag Tournament Championship Game, complete with singing of the National Anthem, “7th inning stretch” Chicken Dance, and revival of high school cheers from decades past, you know you’ve got something special going on here. This is Camp Okoboji, folks. And if you don’t like the noise, we’re sorry…but that doesn’t mean we’re going to stop. We just can’t help ourselves. We’re that darn fun.
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AMEN to that!! I think Grandpa was even smiling! Thanks for the memories.....
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