Hastings Reunion in Ashton, ID - Part 6 (The End)

Friday was a relaxy-taxi day.  This is Dean upon waking: 

After a couple of nights, Jim and I moved into Bag Lady's room and shared the top bunk, leaving Dolly with her own room.  Weird, I know.  We liked not having to worry about waking her and not hearing her little night sounds.  For some reason, Dolly's room got extra cold at night.  Since she's not old enough to have loose things like blankets in the crib (or, in this case, the pack n' play), we had to bundle her up.  I put her in clothes, then her sleeper, then this yellow sweater knit by the wife of Neil Martin (partner at work), then a sleeveless sleep sack.  I also put a beanie on her head and socks on her hands, but those didn't usually stay on long.  She was so cold in the morning (and all through the night, I'm sure) but didn't fuss about it. 

The brethren played golf in the morning, and Lucy tagged along.  The rest of us hung out back at the ranch.  The kiddies entertained themselves by playing dress-up:

Then we went back to Mack's Inn and floated the river.  We left Mamo, Everest, and the Dee/Shandie fam here by the inn:

The rest of us intended to drive a short distance, find a little road that cut down to the river, and have a short float trip.  We had an unexpectedly difficult time finding a way to cut over to the river and ended up driving all over roads meant for ATVs, not cars.  It wasted quite a bit of time but was pretty funny.  Finally we found a place to park and put in, thanks in part to a group of pedestrians leaving the river who told us where to go. 

We had a nice, short float and met everyone else back at Mack's.  When we were ready to head home, Clarence had to be torn from her balance beam (inspired by the Olympics, apparently):

Saturday, Bags mandated a family photo (taken via the self-timer) before people started leaving.  Aside from Dolly's digging for lice, it turned out pretty well:

We got some shots of the grandkeiki:

Despite her diminutive size, Dalai tried to bully Betsy:

Then we finished packing up and said goodbye to the wonderul Mesa Falls Lodge:

Dee and Shandie had to head straight to Salt Lake to catch their flight out.  Mamo and Papo graciously dropped the rest of us off for one final river float near our cabin.  They met us at the end for a picnic. 

Dolly got to indulge her love of bags and crinkly things by playing with Doritos:

Practicing what he preaches ("Waste not; want not!"), Pod had packed the leftover ice cream in the cooler.  The two-plus hours we floated did not treat it well.  Nevertheless, Pod showed Lucy how to scoop it up with delicious cookies by Udon:

(Rob had brought six batches of frozen cookie dough to the cabin.  Bless him.)  No drop of melted ice cream was wasted:



Pod is nothing if not classy.

Our family is the best.