It's 6pm Sunday night. As I write now, I am looking at a group photo of our first weekend together in Mountain Springs, maybe in 1990. And I am reminded that we did not get a group photo this time around.
While much has changed since then, we did keep up the fine tradition of eating, drinking, chatting and playing. And collecting memories. Swimming, boating, shopping, hiking, campfiring, guitar playing, dog walking and more. It all happened so fast. And now, we are back to the quiet sounds of ... our busy road. Come back!
It was wonderful to see everyone and have everyone here. And we know there was a little bit of selfishness on our part, especially because so many of you had to come from so far away. We heard from a number of you throughout the day, while we were taking naps and doing a little tidying up. and I know that at least five Dicksons are not at their final destination yet. I hope everyone else is home by now.
Grandma celebrated her 85th in the best way of just being with her family. Can't top that. I will try to finish the recording and transcribing over the course of the next few months.
So let's end up with a big thanks and a pat on each others' collective backs. Everyone pitched in to make the weekend a special occasion! 
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