It was all fun and games until someone failed to tell Grandma Carolyn that we were playing in the river up Logan Canyon and not sending the Texans
up her way. John, Meli, Julia, Jonathan, and I had a nice lunch at the Blue Bird. Those who could adjourned to my house and then drove up to Spring Hollow Campground to stretch our legs. John stuck his whole head in the freezing spring water. He instantly became Julia's Pop-sicle. The Texans left for Grandma's in time that I will hopefully not be excluded from the family reunion next week.
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