We just got back from Utah last night. It was fun, long, and exhausting.
Our trip there went rather smoothly, for the most part. Our van has trouble going uphill, so that was the most frustrating part on the way. Once we arrived, we spent a few days resting and then headed to our reunion at Mt. Nebo. Here is when it becomes almost comical (for anyone not involved):
My brother-in-law who spent the last year planning this reunion – when we arrived at camp, he was there for about 10 minutes until he had to take his pregnant wife home. She was sick from a combination of the altitude and her usual morning sickness. Add to that the fact that the bathrooms were locked, it just wasn’t very appealing to continue to be sick in the outdoors.
The following morning, my son woke up feeling dizzy, his head hurt, and then he threw-up at least 5 times. Then he suddenly perked up. We think he was also affected by the altitude. We live at 30 feet above sea level. 9,000 feet is a rather big difference for us.
Later that day, my brother-in-law and his wife came back. We were happy to see them and we all went for a swim.
At 2am, my oldest son woke up whimpering, saying he didn’t feel good. I took him to the Honey Buckets that had been delivered that morning and as we walked away, he vomited in the bushes. Just as he stopped, there came my brother-in-law and his wife down the trail again. They were leaving because she was sick.
Around 3am, my son threw-up again in the tent. Then he yelled, “UGH!!!! I MISSED! COME ON!!!” After he described everywhere it went, my sister-in-law in the next tent over started packing up because she has OCD. She was already struggling with her anxiety level and that just sent her over the edge. I felt bad.
One brother-in-law decided it was too hot for him and his family, so they stayed only one night. I couldn’t decide if he was really miserable in the heat or just wasn’t enjoying himself. I wondered if he felt picked on when he tried to cook six pounds of bacon at once in a dutch oven.
With everyone coming and going, I think there were two families who stayed the entire time. Meanwhile, one sister-in-law who decided not to come due to many of life’s complications, she had an emergency appendectomy. Can you imagine the chaos on top of what was already going on at camp? How horrible it would have been if she had to be rushed down the mountain to the hospital. And her sister stayed behind too and was able to take care of her.
I’m glad we had about a week or so to relax after the reunion because I can’t imagine having to make our two day trip home immediately afterwards.
Have you had any family reunions this summer? Were they just as disastrous?
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