More Memories

I was able to get a few pictures from Danny my cousin. 

I remember this camp out so much. The photos say May 24 '98. We went on a hike, camped then hiked out. I hated the pack, it was weird to carry. The hike in wasn't bad that I remember. That night was so cold. You do see snow in a picture, so yeah. But because it was so cold and super dark I didn't want to wake anyone up. Really the fact I slept the night at all is a surprise (I didn't do well with sleepovers) but I also woke up and had to go to the bathroom but I held it until morning. I waited until Aunt Gerry and Uncle George woke up (I slept in their tent). On the way out we walked up to a part that I think other people were at the side of the trail and told us to stop. On one side of the trail there was a rattle snake and it was not happy. I was so scared and remember Paul holding me to the far side of his body and walking me past.  Aunt Gerry and Uncle George always had a camper like we did, but they always had a motorhome, and the last one I remember was decades old. Even being so old, she made it super nice inside and fun to be in. I think Brittany and I had a few sleepovers at her house in that too. 

I didn't get the just "lean over a little bit" part of the picture set up.

One of her motorhomes. I love seeing Grandma Nickels in that. Jayson there looks like one of his daughters now. I don't know who is on top.

Game nights happened often at her house. This is when I thought it took hours to get to her house. Don't know what Jayson is doing here... or mom.... or me. She always had the new game. I remember playing BobIt at her house for the first time. 

Grandma makes another appearance. She refused to remotely touch playing card. They were the devils doing or work or toy, I can't remember which but she hated them. I don't remember this trip but I do remember other camping trips we all took together. And I wore bucket hats way too much. 

Speaking of hats and trips. I remember going to the Oregon Coast with both families together. We drove there and camped along the way. At one point I got a hat. I think it was sunflowers. A little later Aunt Gerry got one. It was denim and had to have something else on it but I don't remember. I think I told her I liked hers and she liked my hat and so we traded. The next day I regretted it, I don't remember why and felt so bad. Finally told my mom and she asked if we could change back. It really wasn't a big deal but I remember being so embarrassed to do it. 

I hate grief, the waves of it. I hate it takes this to bring back all these wonderful memories, but I do love remembering them.