Made the drive to Utah to retrieve our camp smelling borrowed truck that left us stranded on a highway in the middle of nowhere after the family reunion. We were delirious and ate dinner with a goat. This folks is what memories are made of. 

My Grandpa Cassedy's funeral. I really don't have any memories of the man. Which is sad to realize. But I understand the value behind the word family and I hope that I am teaching my children that you love anyways and show respect. 

Anderson dairy tour

Milk production lines and ice cream samples! 

Palisade Park

Returned with honor

Hair

Judging their dads on their bow and arrow skills. They were mostly glad it was not a real deer they were practicing on. The kids kept adding how many deer they saw over the weekend. Except they forgot what number they ended up on each time they saw a new deer, so everyone's count was a little extreme.