We went on our annual pilgramage to Blue Knob State Park for a family camp that was started 11 or 12 years ago by a group of families in our stake. The families have mostly changed except for a few who have been coming all along, but the fun is the same. There is not much to blog about because not much happens, and that’s the beauty of the weekend. We all enjoy being together, the proverbial village keeps all the kids safe so moms and dads can relax, and this particular weekend, the weather was spectacular. One other highlight is that the wonderful and wee Bedford, PA Branch of our church, after welcoming the teeming horde of us to church every labor day for all these years (we far more than double their numbers) surprised us with a pot-luck break-the-fast luncheon after church. It was the coolest thing ever-these good people who don’t know most of us at all, just opening their hearts and loving us. It was truly a Zion moment for me.
We got home this afternoon and I just have to mention that with my dear husband’s help, we had everything completely unpacked in about 1 hour. I am not kidding. I love it when he is actually home and available. Such a difference.
Anyway, if I can get blogger to cooperate,which I haven’t been able to do all week, I will post a few photos. In keeping with my current focus of practicing my photography every day and not taking pictures merely to prove I or my children were in a certain place, I offer a few views of Blue Knob that represent more than just events. They represent how I see it there.
Early-morning sun backlighting leaves
This is a wonderfully interesting old building on the way. I finally went back on a photo safari.
The outside has come in, but the character remains.
It is close to being completely taken over by the local flora.
Every time I turned another corner, I found amazing new details.
Queen Anne’s Lace in the fading light
This one proves only that we were there. You cannot tell by these expressions that anyone had any fun. They did though, they just hate being photographed. How ironic is that. I couldn’t get 5 little hams that would pose for me. I guess some of my creativity has stemmed from getting good photos of them in spite of their skilled avoidance tactics. Okay, off to bed and back to the real world now.
PS: My Avatar is me sitting on the porch of one the little cabins where we stay at Blue Knob. I often like photos of me there because I’m actually relaxed.
My Red Door Days 