Swing Life Away....

This past weekend, The Becks, my mom's side of the family, had a reunion at the Heber Valley Camp. We had a great time. It was so fun to see some of my cousins that I had not seen in so long! We ate, sat around the campfire, played some games, and made crafts with the kids. We took a couple of hours to go on a challenge ropes course.
This is Chad retrieving the anecdote from an island surrounded by lava to save the whole family! Isn't he brave! Our favorite part of the challenge course was the giant swing! I look a little ridiculus in this one cause I am trying to fly like Peter Pan. This is a video of my dad. I thought I was taking a picture, but my camera was set on video instead. Oops!

The Zoo

So, Chad and I are both adults. We have no children. Yet one of the things we really wanted to do this summer was go to the zoo. It was kind of funny walking around and looking at all the people who were there with KIDS. We might have been the only lone adult couple in the park that day, but had fun anyway! Here are some pics so you can witness the experience!

Hometown Pride

I am sad to report that I did not bring my camera to any of our 4th of July events :(, but I hope you enjoy our story anyway.

Friday afternoon Chad and I headed down to Gunnison. His family (all the guys) followed us down. The guys (and Aunt Michelle!) have a motorcycle gang and love to spend time the the mountains riding their bikes. Grandpa Barton (who is truly an amazing man) spends the winter fixing and maintaining all the bikes. We convinced them to come to Gunnison and my dad showed them around the mountain. Confession #1, I was so excited for them to come. I feel so much pride and love for those mountains. I have spent so much time with my family and friends there. I feel like I know every turn in the road, and have a memory for almost every trail and camping spot. Earlier in the week I asked my dad where he had parked our trailer and all he had to say was "that little hole on the north side of the road" and I knew what he was talking about. The funny thing is, I don't think I am alone in this 12 mile canyon pride. My dad was just as excited to show Chad's family around.

I spent Friday the 3rd with my mom. It was so nice to spend some time with her. She is truly one of my best friends. We went to the Gunnison City festivities. Confession #2, I love that town! It might be a po-dunk little town in the middle of nowhere, and it smells like cows and the water tastes kind of funny, but I love it! We went to dinner at the high school. It was fun to see old high school friends and familiar faces. I get so excited about the 4th of July in Gunnison every year, and it will be a sad day when I cannot be there. This year in Gunnison was particularly special because the town in celebrating 150 years. We had kid from Gunnison come home with his fellow Dew Tour friends and do a motorbiking-jump show. I loved it! My mom on the other hand was so nervous I did not think she was going to be able to watch! We finished the evening with a Merill Osmond concert (yes, the Merill Osmond..haha), and of course the fireworks. One of my favorite parts about the fireworks is that every year they play "Coming to America" which in my opinion is the ultimate patriotic song! Every time I hope that when Neil sings "coming to America TODAY..." that a huge firework goes off just in sync with the song! The next morning we watched the parade and went to the park for a few minutes to see all the festivities there. Then we headed up the mountain to have lunch with Chad and his motorcycle gang.

Later that evening we had a BBQ at Chad's sister's house in Syracuse. It is so entertaining to have little kids around and watch their amazement with sparklers and fireworks. For the most part they just stare and say "pretty"!

It was a great weekend! I love celebrating with family and remembering just how lucky I am to be an American. But after the weekend was said and done, I could not stop thinking about my little town and how proud I am of it! Walking around the park, seeing people who are having a good time, kids with their parents, faces painted, bags with little goldfish from the fish pond, Uncle Kent pulling the train around the park, horseshoes, dunk tanks, taco salads, and old friends and distant family. I feel like I am lucky to have grown up in such a place and to have those memories. I know that my life travels will probably never end up in Gunnison, but I am so glad I had the opportunity to experience it!