Family Trip #3: Visiting Washington and California and Utah, Summer 1991

The summer of 1991, we took a trip out west from our home in Wisconsin. We flew to Washington state where we visited with Scott's relatives in the Tacoma area. Then Scott's mother drove us down to California so that we could attend the Broadbent family reunion in northern California in the Sierra Nevadas at the "Sons of Norway" camp. We met my family there and they drove us back to Utah.

After some time in Utah, we flew back to Madison. Scott flew back before me while I stayed a little longer with David. I remember going camping with my family after Scott left. We went up in the Uintas and I got some really poor sleep trying to keep David contained at night in the tent without his crib.

Sadly, I got almost no pictures of this trip but here are a few, largely thanks to Bekki, Scott's father's wife. There are a few really cute ones of David. These are from a picnic with Scott's father and Bekki, on an island in Puget Sound.

David, Bekki, Neil

Here are a few from the Broadbent reunion at Camp Norge near Emigrant Gap on I-80 in California. My mother's parents held family reunions very faithfully every two years, usually in California, and just about everyone came every time from all over. I enjoyed seeing all those relatives from that side of the family, although I didn't feel like I fit in that well since I was the oldest cousin and the only girl for some years. Once Scott started coming, I felt like I had a friend.

My aunt Sally's Suburban with various relatives greeting them.

Midge Broadbent and Ruth Wilcox

My mother's siblings, Paul and Deanna with Paul's wife Midge in the purple shirt.

My little sister Liesl, about 15 months, next to the family station wagon.

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