On the road to West Virginia for another family reunion.
I’ve now attended more reunions in the last two years than in the preceding 58. I made it to a Mueller cousin reunion in 2019 and one other Smith reunion in the 80s, right after we found this branch of the family.
Actually, wait a minute. I made it to the one Smith reunion in the 80s and another one in 91. There was another trip to West Virginia in 86, but I don’t think it was to a reunion.
It’s ironic that I’ve traveled to two reunions from Oklahoma when I didn’t make it to any from Columbus.
I originally planned to drive until I got tired, which I expected to be somewhere around Ashland, KY, or Huntington, WV. In the end, I didn’t get tired, despite the seemingly constant construction along I-64, so I drove it all in one day. All 17 hours. I don’t know what I was thinking.
We’re staying in the same resort we stayed in back in 91. It’s a nice little place, even though there’s no air conditioning in most of the condos. It’s been warmish, up in the mid-80s, but it’s supposed to cool off for the weekend. Then again, the forecast calls for rain most of the weekend, too.
Oldest Son was going to try to come down but couldn’t quit swing it. I’ll stop by and see him on the way home.
If the rain holds off Saturday night, a couple of us might go for a trail ride.
I’ll write more next week.
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