So there is this group of people, that in some ways are more my family than others. I talk about them a lot, and they mean the world to me. It is a dynamic group that began causing problems together in the 1970s. And now causing more problems 40 years later. They have all grown up together and for me they make up my aunts and uncles. And while there are only 8 families total that endure the fun of camping and make up my extended aunts and uncles, they are really a bigger group. Siblings and parents of my aunts and uncles all know each other and that is weird for me to think about but then I remember that they all grew up on the same street, went to the same school, and all knew each other. So when someone asks how one of my dad's siblings are it seems weird but really they know them, not as well as my dad but they care. And now as the gang starts getting older, their parents are getting older I see this same group of friends that love to harass one another, somber. They all grew up with each others parents, and to see them all together supporting each other is a good thing.
We have our fun and wild days, but to know that they are always around makes days that are tough more doable. We have just over a month until our camping adventure beings at our HOME at Clear Lake State Park and I can't wait until I can be where this summer event pretty much began 30 some odd years ago just down the street. We've been gone from Clear Lake for 2 years, it will be awesome to go back to where it all began this July with the people that are my family.
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