The lines have fallen to me in pleasant places; Indeed, my heritage is beautiful to me. ~ Psalm 16:6 nasb

Saturday, August 6, 2016

The Day Formerly Called Alstock

August 6.

There has been an Alstock every year for it seems like forever.  This year, there was one final private bash, since the campground at the marina next door to the Jackson camp was no longer available to use.  Here is Alstock in the words of my photos.

Tom's and Mare's grandkids.

The cousins--minus Don, Bob (flown from this earth), Mark, Karen, and Amy. 

The four CJs!

Rich's mussels.

A little rain didn't stop us.  Once it stopped, we were back at it, singing, dancing, eating, socializing, and generally having a blast.

Back to life,

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