It was my first year as a shareholder for the annual Humphrey Ranch Meeting. Humphrey, Idaho (no longer on most maps) and Lima, Montana (less of a problem showing up on maps but not much less) were the destinations of all my childhood summer vacations that I can remember. The stories, adventures, memories, experiences, and exaggerations are too many to count. It's definitely God's country up there and I love when we get the chance to visit. As I walk around with the Clones, I remember why I love it there. EVERYTHING else gets left behind, and you're just with the ones you love in a place that's special to your heart. Maybe it's a little bit like heaven. Except for the cow pies. And without further ado, here are the pictures and videos to along with our trip.
Crawdad hunting with the Old Man.
"Bait. Do No Eat." OK, I no eat bait. Thanks the warn!
Gotcha!
Got into a fight with Sister over the weekend. Apparently she is not a fan when Gary and I impersonate other family members in attempts to get out of financial obligations. Here is the end of the argument as transmitted via text messages.
Reggie putting on his shoes.
Cow hunting at the Ranch.
Roasting marshmallows.
The Naked Dance (diapers don't count as clothes).
Humphrey, bringing families together one hand-hold at a time.
How many bars does Humphrey have? ZERO. No service.
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