Every Thanksgiving, we make the trek down to Halstead to celebrate with Scott’s family. Scott’s aunt does the hosting, we all bring some food and enjoy the day. We usually get there shortly before The Big Meal begins. The rest of the day is spent watching football, catching up, and just enjoying each other’s company.
The women do the cooking/baking but the payback is that the men do the dishes. Seems like a good trade to me.
Adults are usually a bit more self-conscious when there is a camera around, I know how that is when I’m on the other side of the lens, so I headed outside and chased the kiddos around with my camera instead. Duncan and Morgan and Pete don’t mind me following them around so much 
Neither does dear old Bert.
In the evening, we head out deep into the property and have a bonfire. There’s a smaller one for roasting hot dogs/marshmallows, and a larger one to enjoy and keep warm. Lots of logs around to sit and relax. The big bonfire was a little large this year (understatement), but it calmed down quickly I promise 
Duncan taught Pete the time-honored tradition of throwing hedge apples into the fire.
Morgan and Pete decided to play in the Explorer parked down by the bonfire. These photos are a little paparazzi-ish, but maybe you get the idea of how awesome it was for them to take turns pretending they were driving while jamming marshmallows in their mouths.
It was a great time, as always. Oh, and I got a few shots of Bus with his grandchildren. Posting a few here and will get a CD to Arnita soon, so she can use them for her project
