What a warm, wonderful camp out we had this year! Sequoia has been digging at me by saying
the camp out was “efficient,” a backhanded compliment if I ever heard one. I think he is nostalgic for the raucous,
chaotic blow outs of our youth, but I couldn't have been happier with how everything turned out. Our gathering was sweet and easy,
warm and loving, welcoming and open-hearted. It felt like family. It was everything I could possibly hope for.
The kids and the dogs certainly had a loud, raucous, chaotic
camp out. They had a blast. So, if we want a wilder party, I say it’s time
for the next generation to take over and kick out the jams. I’m talking about you, Colestin kids. I mean,
damn, many of you started visiting while you were still in utero. This place belongs to you.
Here's the truth: we're getting old. There’s a limit to Sequoia’s
superhuman strength. He and I searched for a place like this all through our
twenties. Can you imagine what the land would look like now if we had arrived when
Sequoia was still in his first flower? Epic.
As the candles melt into the morning
And the disc golfers young and old fling
The beauties keep getting more beautiful
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And the trash just gets more interesting
The artist perfects her eye
Three, count 'em, three barbecues
Dude, that's sweet!
Big mama Shasta in the distance
Dutch on the carboy as Junebug listens
Deep in conversation
Slip n slide!
The John Conniff Dead Show, featuring fingers of the 'fist
Danny whuppped Daddy
A proud moment for young Tyler
Dogboy Disc Golfs!
Junebug!
Young Love
Some of the Fam-Damily
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