

We've been planning to take a trip with as many of our children and grandchildren as we could. We guess you'd have to call it a family vacation.
We decided, with tons of help from Syd and Gustavo, to rent two cabins at the Skyline Mountain Resort in the hills east of Fairview, Utah. It's about an eighty-minute drive from where we live.

This is the larger of the 2 cabins we stayed in. Emily and Cory and Chris and Erin and all their kids stayed here. They had a huge loft that "slept" eight children. We say sleep advisedly, because there was a lot of playing around up there. Some adults were more than a little disturbed by all the fussiness, including throwing clothing and bedding from the loft in to the living room. The cabin had a very adequate kitchen and bathroom. Our main meals were served in the dining area. We then spread out from there to various places to eat our food. Choosing who to eat with was very fun. Christopher was often Grandpa's eating buddy. Nice to hang out with a cool dude who knows your name, "Gampa." Handing the football back and forward in between bites of bagel, tomato, turkey, and lettuce sandwiches is awesome.

This was the quieter of the two cabins. Grandma, Grandpa, Syd, Gustavo, and Ella all stayed there. Ella's parents have taught her to sign as well as speak. She can say Gampa and point at her head to try to get to wear one of Grandpa's hats. Of course, the world's best taste in headgear draws all grandkids to "ze hat man." Unless you've actually seen Grandpa's stars and stripes tee-shirt accompanied by the stars and stripes cap, you have no idea what Utah County is about. If you look closely at the opening on the porch of this cabin, you can see the space we covered with a sheet. Four great speakers, a quality dvd player and a nice Optoma projector created the atmosphere of a drive in, only with camp chairs, quilts, and lots of snuggling. It was sweet. Everyone was given a small bowl of treats by Sydney. We'll definitely be looking for chances to do this again. Maybe the
Adventures of Robin Hood in our backyard forest.
Here is a cute shot of Sydney and Ella playing ball with Christopher. It is an occasion for fun within the limits of the driveway and the front porch.

Our group consisted of 4 families--Kramer, Holmes, Chambers, Gonzalez--and 17 total people total. The addition of Eleanor and Jeff made it 19 for Tuesday. With excellent planning, a complete menu from Monday night to Friday morning was put together,including gluten free and dairy free options for those who needed them. We ate chipotle beef tacos with toppings ranging from mango to corn and tomatoes to avocado, along with the usual lettuce, cheese, and diced tomatoes. We had teriyaki chicken, fried rice, and spinach strawberry salad. We had pulled pork sandwiches with a variety of potato chips and fresh fruit. We even had black bean chili over Navajo fried bread for Navajo tacos. We had strawberries galore, watermelon, canteloupe, honeydew melon, fresh pineapple. We had apple pie, brown sugar peach pie, dairy free ice cream, strawberry sorbet, and flour-less chocolate cake. And that was just dinner and dessert at night. We had puff pancakes, regular pancakes, eggs with cheese and ham, breakfast sausage, sugar free map-le syrup, regular maple syrup, raspberry syrup, and so on. Lunch was filled with bagel sandwiches, tons of fresh fruit, great leftovers, and much more.
The Skyline Mountain Resort has just a few amenities, but more than enough for a brief visit. The outdoor swimming area has a large pool for people who can swim, a smaller one for children, and they even had a couple of wading pools for the toddlers and babies. But the highlight was a water slide that grabbed everyone's attention. Abbey must have gone down the slide over a hundred times. She perfected just about every sliding move she could imagine. Grandma went down dozens of time bu herself and with children on her lap. Eva went down. Elena went down. Olivia squealed with delight with every slide. Chris was the man, sliding with children and on his own. Anne was a little shy to slide at the beginning. She chose to dive and swim races against the adults using different strokes (she is a member of a local swim team). Once she caught the sliding bug, she didn't stop until she had gone down fifty times. Even the shaky old grandpa went sliding, hitting the water like a speeding bullet. Once Grandma explained that a deep breath just before hitting the water, followed by underwater exhaling made the experience more fun, the old guy smiled a little more.
There was small park between the cabins and the pool that kept the kids busy. A couple of swings, a jungle gym, and small horse on springs kept everybody busy. Christopher proved to be an accomplished horseman.
The tennis courts provided a nice diversion. Eleanor and her friend Jeff came down on Tuesday night and hit the courts, followed quickly by Sydney and Gustavo. Anne and Grandpa set foot on the court, but grandpa was shamed by the awesome Gustavo. It is apparently difficult to drag 220 fifty-seven-year-old pounds around the court. Bad reflexes make things even worse.
A small nine-hole golf course attracted Grandpa, Grandma, Gustavo, Cory, and Anne on Tuesday. It is a well-kept course, with devilishly fast raised greens. Some good shots were more than balanced by some not-so-good shots, but it was a good time for all. A few good putts even made the day more livable. Golf, of course, is not a sport. It is psychological trauma.
Close to the cabin, video games on the Wii and cut-throat croquet were the order of the day. With a cross country course--wickets placed by the ditch, behind the rocks, and beyond the lawn into the cactus--the games were tests of skill, patience and very good (or very bad) luck for all the players. The parents went at each other with all the competitive juices they could muster. (That's a lot of adrenaline and gamesmanship in a small yard!) Erin's victory was accompanied by the careful return of a losing ball to each person she poisoned along the way. The loss was especially bitter for Chris, the man with the black ball and an operatic villainy, who missed his chance to win by a single stroke.
We had hoped to see the Northern Lights while away from the city and after the great solar flare on Sunday. We saw spectacular sunsets. And we had a spectacular lightning show on Wednesday night, which stopped an outdoor cinematic extravaganza before we could really get it started. Wednesday was also a night for s'mores, flaming marshmallows, and even flaming Starbursts. A couple of kids got a little too close, but all survived the live flames, carmelized sugar, and melted chocolate. But we don't know whether the spectacle was Northern Lights or just a powerful reminder of the glory and majesty of God.
Thursday was a day for the grandparents, who slipped off to the Fairview Art and Heritage Museum, a gem in the heart of Sanpete County. We were impressed by the large collection of sculpture, especially the Avard Fairbanks collection. More impressive to us, however, was the extraordinary collection of photographs, furniture, clothing, books, and other reminders of the Mormon pioneer heritage of the Fairview area. Room after room is filled with precious memories of hard-working, tough, spiritually-minded people who provide us with a foundation for our own faith. These good people knew how to do everything from make cloth to sew absolutely beautiful homespun dresses. They scratched a living out of the sagebrush and cedar woods. They set their jaws against tribulation and lived lives of deep patriotism and faith. Especially poignant were the military uniforms, stories of veterans, and lists of young people who gave their lives for freedom. it was a strong reminder that the backbone of America is small towns like Fairview spread across the nation, filled with people who work hard and whose love of liberty is part of the very fiber of their being.
The best part of the trip, though, for Grandpa, was the chance to play nine holes of golf with Grandma on Thursday afternoon. They've only played together three time since they have been married, but Grandma played like a seasoned veteran. She remembers what she learned from her dad (a very skilled golfer in his day). Great touch around the greens and the added advantage of the red tees had her close to par on a couple of holes. A couple more weeks of practice and Grandpa will be barely visible in her rearview mirror.
Thursday night was outdoor cinema. Grandpa's home theater system traveled nicely. After a few minutes of set-up, including attaching a sheet to the front of one of our cabins, the show was on. Since we were under the stars, in full view of the Big Dipper, the romantic comedy
IQ was Grandma's choice. We laughed and laughed and delighted to true love in a movie featuring Einstein and a comet. What more could we ask? Erin may have thought the cheap characterization of an experimental psychologist was unnecessary. But good social scientists are tough.
A thorough clean-up and more swimming finished off a great family trip on Friday. The days flew by too fast, but the days together will provide great memories for everyone. A few of the family are already talking about the next trip.
We love our children and their children. Being together in close quarters for these past few days has been wonderful. We think it's very close to heaven on earth and can't wait for the next trip.