Indian Mary 2010

So we went camping on our annual camping trip to Merlin, Oregon, home of the world famous Lil' Pantry, Ray's Grocery, and countless river queens that I will not be posting pictures of. Merlin is just outside Grant's Pass and is right around the area that my Grandma and mom grew up in. We go "trailer" camping with full hook ups and besides a major sewage tank explosion (literally, an explosion) late one night, everything went great! Here are some pictures from the week long trip:

Happy 4th of July!

Jude and his beyond white cousin, Will rollin' in their ride:

My beautiful niece Tatum:

My sister and her girls:
Me and Reags:
Me and my sis:
4 generations. My mom, Grandma, me and my kids:
The adorable-ness is killing me:
My brother Jake and sis-in-law Paulina and their daughter Jo-Jo:
Meet Virginia. This is my only grandparent I have left. She is the JOY of every trip we take. I would not be the woman I am today, without her influence in my life. She is hysterically funny and I always have a good laugh with Virgie:) That's her pointing her index finger at me telling me what I really should be doing. It's pretty much a staple Grandma move:
Jude kickin' it around the fire early in the morning:
This is the cinnamon roll guy. Every year since I was a kid, this dude has rolled into camp every Friday, Saturday and Sunday to sell freshly baked, warm cinnamon rolls. We usually get the boysenberry...freshly picked too! Right about 7:30, my niece Tatum barreled out of her trailer shouting, "THE CINNAMON ROLL GUY IS HERE, THE CINNAMON ROLL GUY IS HERE!" It's kinda like when the ice cream trucks rolls into your neighborhood and the kids go crazy. Except this is once a year, and DANG those cinnamon rolls are good!
See! Here's Hailey (my niece) indulging in them: