Not really, it just seemed like it! The holiday weekend has come and gone and was filled with family and outdoor time, but no peaceful moments to commune with my computer... which is why there is still no Memorial Day weekend post here!
Glenn's parents, sister and husband (and teenage children plus two friends) joined us as did two out of the four adult kiddos, at various points over the weekend. It seems that the ol' Camp has become the best gathering spot for a family reunion in late May, the height of spring here, right on the edge of things withering into brown California summers!
We spent Sunday at the Bridgeport state park (there is a wonderful covered bridge there, but I didn't capture that... the above photo was taken looking through one of several large, glassless windows on the span, though.
The younger members of our group were brave enough to wade in....
We also headed up to Downieville in order to allow some of the family members to peruse the shops while others had a beer at the local pub - I'll let you guess who chose what there.
Every evening was spent out in the yard, barbequeing and chattering, trying to catch up on each others' lives.
Sis and family had to leave early on Monday morning, hoping to beat holiday traffic back to the (SF) Bay area, but Mom and Dad didn't want to leave until the next day, so the four of us headed out into the more rural countryside in the Jeep so we could show them some back roads and tiny towns they hadn't found in our area before.
We stopped for a picnic lunch in Strawberry Valley, which probably isn't even on most California maps, though it is larger than our hometown of Forest City and still has a few active businesses.
I captured Glenn, Jim and Diana on the camera, though none look particularly pleased... the tiny town picnic ground was full of entertaining signs, and right next to a cute cabin advertised (by a stained glass window at the top) as the "Wedding Chapel".
I suggested that we come back and renew our vows, to which my hardly-ever-romantic DH replied that we didn't need to do that since we had never gone back on them in the first place (our 13th anniversary is rapidly approaching).
It is scenes like this Victorian porch that keep us prowling the back roads of the small mining towns in California's Sierras, looking for places we might not have found yet.
This spot looked especially inviting on a warm, late spring afternoon, and I look forward to the coming summer season allowing more such explorations.
Yesterday was "back to work" and I arrived at the school to discover that the killdeer family had disappeared; we could only hope that they survived and moved on.
Today was our End-Of-Year Celebration (though only the preschool side closes for the summer, and we will continue working). We had a lively time and I will be able to finish up the tie dye saga soon.
I also met with my fellow Yarnistas from our shop last night, treated to a wonderful, home-cooked dinner from Allison, the shop's owner, and great conversation with our Karyn, who has only two more chemotherapy sessions to go, and hopes to then return to work at the shop... I will fill you all in on what I am learning from the other side of the counter soon.
DH and I were able to browse through a CD of photos that arrived in today's mail from his brother. They were taken on his trip to Japan (he returned just in time for the holiday weekend, which is why I haven't mentioned it, or the lovely kimono coat from shibori fabric he found me), and I will have to post a few pictures after I wade through the 190 Dave sent us!
I hope everyone is enjoying the same lovely almost-summer weather we are having and that life is good where you are; the view from here is looking better all the time!