Family Reunion at Duck Creek 2015

I didn’t take many pictures this year.

(So I borrowed some from Brent.)

Every year is the same.

DeRay cooking sour dough hotcakes

and making sour dough biscuits for everyone.

Clare setting up her mountain kitchen

with all the comforts of home.

Karen cooking bacon, eggs, hash browns, and ham

on her gas stove.

Marilyn visiting.

Norm gathering and chopping wood.

Ron bringing fresh tomatoes, zucchini, peppers from Santa Clara.

Ed and I riding our trikes.

We don’t hike to the top of the mountain,

around and down anymore.

Those early morning hikes were my best visits with Karen and Norm.

Meals are a little later as we get older and more tired.

Instead of our kids racing, it’s the grandkids.

This year they added a dog race.

We liked the dogs because they scared

the pesky squirrels and chipmunks away.

It was a little colder this year, according to Marilyn

who had been in 106-10 degrees heat In Richland, Wash.,

for nearly a month before flying down for the reunion.

Brent, Jan, and girls were the only ones in tents.

Karen, Norm and us in motorhome and trailer

in the Roundup.

Everyone else was in comfy cabins.

Stealing the soul from the reunion;

The heart absent.

It was the pioneer spirit that bound us together

Keeping us close.

Scattered cabins of comfort shatter the concept.

Over 65 years now, the Pughs have been congregating at Duck Creek

To celebrate family.

Beginning with 12 brothers and sisters orphaned early.

Except for three or four cousin visitors,

Only the Duff Pugh tribe persists.

Amanda and Grandma

Brent & Amanda riding trikes, which lead to Brent fixing Ed's trike.

Brent on a bike ride.

Ron's tomatoes.

Clare, DeRay, Marilyn, Ed

DeRay, Marilyn, Ed. Clare got her sandal on DeRay's foot.

Ron Pugh, Kent Hugh, DeRay Hugh

Lynda Pugh, Karen Hugh

Ed & Aunt Marilyn who has lost over 100 pounds in less than two years.

Brent, Jan & girls at Duck Lake

Amanda

  

Amanda and Erik's daughter Julie

Naomi in  Pikachu jacket

Brent, Amanda, Naomi, Ed, & Jan at races.

  

Norm, Karen and two sucker sucking grandkids.

Amanda in red. Naomi behind green.

Amanda, Naomi, DeRay, Ed.

Amanda running with the Big Boys.

Amanda running with the big boys and girls.

Unidentifiable.

Tug-of-war. Amanda and Naomi on other side.

Children's tug of war. Amanda and Naomi between.

Pull Naomi.

Watching Popovich and the Voice of the Fabled American West award-winning movie by the Thompson Brothers in the Ogden "cabin".

Flowers for Shirley from the Esplins.
At the cabin (the only place we had cell service),
Verla called to say that my oldest sister,

Shirley, 86-years-old,  had fallen and broken her femur bone.
Emergency surgery Sunday, placing a titanium rod from her hip to her knee.

Jan at Cedar Breaks

Going home.