A Special Day

I followed Auntie Violet and Forry back to the ranch this morning in the toad. It just seemed like too much effort to hook up the Jeep just to tow it 20 miles, then unhook it again so that we could go to Moses Lake! We don't do it very often, and then only for short distances, but I worry that we're going to get stopped one of these days for having Auntie Violet's license plate obscured. We have a shield that slips onto the front of the toad, covering the head lights when it's being towed. When we're not towing the toad, the shield is kept in brackets on the back of the motor home, thus covering over the license plate. Auntie Violet does also have a license plate on her front bumper, but evidently it's the one on the rear that counts.


We did minimal setup when we got to the ranch; extended the jacks and the slides and hooked up the electricity. We parked a good 8 feet further forward towards the creek then we usually do, hoping that we would get better reception for the antenna and my pc aircard, but it doesn't seem to have made any difference, I still only get three bars!




After we finished up, we headed into ML, picked up some doughnuts and lemonade and went to visit Vic and Phyl for a bit. She was resting when we go there, so we got to visit with Vic for a while until she woke up.


The big deal today was to go over to my Brother Pat's house where his whole family was planning to be home. We had not seen then since early last fall. Did we ever have a nice visit with them all AND a feast besides!




These fellows are my brother (on the left) and his oldest son Jared, a Seattle engineer who was home for the weekend with his wife. The two of them are fixing Cajon blackened tuna and halibut. Jared made pineapple salsa to go with the fish. My sister-in-law Cindy was wrapping bacon around potato wedges when we arrived; these were browned, then baked until tender. Niece Ashley was slicing strawberries for short cake.






The next little guy is my great-nephew Carter. He and Uncle Forry and his grandma are all watching the "pig-catching."




Pat's youngest son Nick and one of his friends parents are catching one of their project pigs in order to weigh it. They had four young pigs in the pen weighing between 75 and 95 pounds that they caught and weighed. It really was a riot watching them -- and the pigs weren't even greased!