Have you ever been to a family reunion? I don't mean to brag, but I bet my family reunion story is better than yours. I have a large family and we get together as often as we can throughout the year for holidays, birthdays and special events, but we have never had a real family reunion...until last month. When I was a child, my parents had a cabin at Little River Ranch in the Kiamichi Mountains of Oklahoma. We spent summers and as many weekends as possible at the cabin, and some of my favorite memories involve the times we spent there. My sister-in-law Susan lives in Oklahoma, near the Kiamichi and Ouachita mountains. There are tons of parks, cabin rentals, and campgrounds around her house, so when Susan suggested we find a place in the area to hold a family reunion, we all agreed it was a great idea. Only about half of our family members were able to make it to the reunion, but we ended up with seventeen people, so we needed a place with several cabins and/or a large campsite. Susan found a camp on Coon Creek called Camp Israel Folsom, which is part of the Cumberland and Choctaw Presbyterian churches. The camp consists of a main building with toilets, a kitchen, a large dining room and a chapel/meeting room. About thirty meters from the main building there are several small cabins, each containing six bunk beds, with a toilet/shower nearby. There is a playground, a basketball court, and a large covered picnic area, all surrounded by beautiful trees. It was perfect Susan booked the camp for the weekend of March 14-16, which was spring break for both our Texas and Oklahoma family members. We all signed up to bring food and supplies or gave money to help pay for supplies, and my niece, Sarah, b...... middle of paper....... However, in the morning, my sister he told me I joined the choir as soon as I fell asleep. Karma sucks. I woke up early the next morning and watched the sunrise through the trees. It was peaceful and breathtakingly beautiful. Then I grabbed a cup of coffee and my camera and documented the soggy campsites. There would be no outdoor activities on Sunday either. No campfires, no kickball, no baseball, no creek fishing and no hiking. After a hearty breakfast of sausages, bacon, eggs, and biscuits, we explored some more, then cleared camp, packed our gear, and headed home; exhausted, showerless and covered in mud. Our plans for a family reunion at a "camp" filled with outdoor fun, games, barbecues and picnics didn't work out as planned. Yet, I can't remember when I've had more fun. I don't want to brag, but I have the best family ever.