Every year my dad's side of the family does a massive weekend camping trip. They've been doing it now for something like 300 years. It's quite the gathering. Just to give you some sense of the size: my dad is one of 9 children. All of his siblings are married and none of them have fewer than 4 children. And those children are at this point procreating too; we're at the point where not too far down the road the great grandchildren will catch and pass the number of grandchildren. Throw in some other assorted first and second generation relatives, and you've usually got a group of more than 100 people camping together. It's a blast.
There's always a ton of stuff to do, and it's so much fun. It's a great opportunity to see family, share stories, meet the new additions to the family, hang out with uncles and aunts and cousins, get in some fishing or water skiing or just sitting around the campfire with a s'more.
All of which makes me so sad that I'll be missing it. Again. This is, I think, the sixth year in a row that I won't be there (maybe even the seventh). Living so far away from family has been really tough because I miss out on stuff like this. There have been too many other major events that I've had to devote my vacation time towards, and flying back just for a weekend is often prohibitively expensive, so it's been a long time.
My hope is that next year I'll finally be able to make it back. I'd love to have my kid grow up experiencing the same wonderful times that I had at the Novak Family Camping Trip.
Oh, and if you're interested, we made the news for this even a few years back. Kind of one of those nice fluff pieces. You can see the video here.
Spent a week in a dusty library
Waiting for some words to jump at me