Traditional Fall Family Get Together
Each fall several of my brothers and I will get together and meet in the souther Big Horns in northern Wyoming.
We have been doing this for almost 20 years. Other family members would occasionally drift in and out as we would camp for several weeks and enjoy the fall weather. My dad when he was alive would join us also but he passed away in 2002. My next to youngest brother also passed away in late December 2013.
Now it seems it is only my youngest brother and I that load up our gear and head up for the annual fall get together.
This year my brother and I mutually agreed that this was our last time. The tradition has ended. We really don't feel that sad about it because there are other places we would rather go.
I will miss the coyote howls and the owl hoots that I hear just outside my tent at night. I will miss the bull moose that amble through our campsite.
