We survived...

 We survived another week with Aunt Bonnie.   The annual tradition continues.  A culmination of the weeks events was a 7 mile hike up Black Elk Peak.  There was some grumbles, but I ignored them and the endeavor was exhausting but successful.  The picture below is the before photo.  Seven miles later nobody wanted to take a picture.  We were too busy partaking in our perfectly prepared picnic.

The view from the top was amazing, but somehow I didn't get a photo.  It was a perfect day for a hike as it was in the 70's with a nice breeze.

As always there were projects and baking.  We made pies, cookies, peanut butter bars, and (of course) jello for the post hike picnic.

Despite three people in my little cabin kitchen, there were no major mishaps.  We did run out of peanut butter, but managed to improvise.

The weather was cool, but magically warmed up prior to putting the floats in the water.  Somehow we only managed to get three in the Jeep.   We must be slipping, because one year we were able to load 5 inflated floats  and five of us.

The photo below is the girls in back of the Jeep.  A tad crowded.

It was the week of the Days of '76 Rodeo.  The ladies are all barrel racers, so we went and watched the barrel racing slack.  Then played tourist in Deadwood.

We may have taught the girls how to play poker in an effort to keep the evenings lively.  I have to say they caught on quick.

It was another successful week.  I always worry the older ladies will get sick of our tradition, but much to my surprise they are still game.  

Do you have any family traditions? I would love to hear about them.