Last weekend was the first ever Abrahamson family reunion. In case it was unclear, my maiden name is Abrahamson, hence my attendance at this function. I'm proud to be a part of this ragtag band of crazies.
We were a loud and rowdy bunch. All of my aunts and uncles on my Dad's side were there, as well as several of my cousins and their children. We camped in Snow Canyon State Park for two nights. See if you can spot my early bird:
My husband missed all of the fun, as he has been in Pittsburgh since, like, forever. But the campsite was beautiful:
It was strange camping five minutes away from my house. The entire time I kept thinking, All of this beautiousness is only five minutes from my house! Why don't I do this more often?
Because I like my king-sized bed, that's why.
Here is a handful of the younger cousins:
I love the smell of rain in the desert. I love the way the thunder echoes around the canyon. But I can't lie, it made for a soggy night.
After the storm blew away, we had a slide show of family photos dating back to the prehistoric era. Almost. It was fun seeing pictures of my grandparents and aunts and uncles.
Following the slideshow and a few old home movies featuring, at one point, my aunt and uncle riding a unicycle, my dad and his sister and three brothers told stories. I told you they are a ragtag bunch:
There was a lot of laughter and a lot of tears. And a lot of mosquito bites. I can't wait to do it again.