My maternal grandparents have been going to Flaming Gorge Reservoir for 2 weeks every summer for 50 years (minus 2 years they were on their mission). I grew up, also, going every summer - not for 2 weeks - but from anywhere from 3 to 7 days. It has been a wonderful family tradition that instilled in me a love of nature, camping, boating, skiing, river rafting, and family time. I remember, even as a child, feeling close to God out here and close to my family. I have only been 4 times in the last 12 years - but such was the stage of life in my 20's. But on this anniversary year of 50 years (and knowing it is most likely the last) I really wanted to make the extra effort to go and share with my children one of my great childhood memories - and also something that shaped me into who I am today. My secret hope is that we still go every summer and it becomes something that shapes my children.
My dear husband could come up with a list of about a thousand things he would rather do than go camping and boating for a week. But he went. And he went happily. We had the most amazing week. The weather was perfect and we got to do everything we wanted.
Jason took this picture of me and insisted I put it on (I think becasue I am showing a little leg :) But I do quite like it becasue this is my memory of Flaming Gorge, sitting on the bow of the boat looking ahead as we boat up the canyon.
I absolutely love to water ski. I don't do a lot of things that are just "fun" - but this is one of them. It is just for me and it makes me so happy and I have so much fun doing it. I am trying to get good at slalom - Jason didn't take a picture of that - my first run I just got up on two because that is easy. But thanks to Bill Thomas and 7 am skiing lessons I really learned to cut a lot better and can't wait to get back out on the water. I wish I got to ski more than once a year.
My kids really learned to love to tube this year. The last few years they have liked to just take slow easy rides. But by the end of our trip they loved going in and out of the wake, going over huge bumps, and the boys desperately wanted to get flipped off - but we were never able to make that happen.
You can't see it, but Megan had this big toothless grin that just killed Jason and I. It was adorable.
I don't have a picture of just Noah tubing by himself becasue he held out the longest. He was scared and didn't want to tube the whole first day - and then when he finally tried I didn't have my camera. But he did do it - and loved it.
But he was a happy boater!
Our beach set up - my dad on work calls and Jason trying to stay out of the sun. I am grateful to the hard working men who make this trip possible - not only for all the hard work they do while we are up there but for all the hard work they do AT work and earning enough money so we can take these great vacations and then USING those vacation days to go do MORE work while camping.
Megan could have spent all day everyday playing in the sand on the beach. Seriously.
Madison could have spent all day everyday wandering and exploring.
And, sadly, I didn't get a picture of the boys doing their thing. But they could have spent all day everyday fishing. That was all they wanted to do. Especially Brock. But unfortunately he never caught anything - although Grandpa tried SO HARD to get him to catch something. Lessons of a fisherman - sometimes you don't catch anything.
We loved sitting around the campfire each night with our cousins and second cousins roasting marshmallows and woofums.
Grandma had a great smore buffet with all kinds of choices and options!
Me and my sweetheart.
One day we dropped all the boys off on some rocks and cliffs and let them play. This was our view from the boat.
On the last day we pulled out this mega tube. The kids LOVED it - and loved going on it altogether.
My mom even went on the tube with her grandchildren. What a cool grandma!
My mom's grandkids
The girls
The boys
My cute cute grandma and grandpa. 50 years of camping.