My gradeschool friends can all vouch for this; I've been talking about the place for years. We started going as a family every other summer when I was but a spring chick. My dad's sister's family comes too (pretty much our favorite cousins), and it has always been a much-anticipated event.
I missed several years as a college student, newlywed, and young mother, so when I realized we could actually go for the week this time, I did everything possible to make it happen.
Starting February 1st I called the Aspen Grove Office almost daily. I checked for openings, called family members, sent emails, called the office some more. I asked everyone to switch to a family lodge so we could come. Two lodges opened and filled before I could get us in. Finally it all worked out. We were booked.
I kept trying to tell Slice how awesome this vacation would be, but he didn't believe me, or really understand. He made sarcastic comments about BYU Alumni (of which I AM ONE, remember) while I patiently waited for the time to come.
The time came, and went. And we played until we just couldn't play any more. We hiked and swam every day and stuffed ourselves every meal, played dodgeball and shuffleboard and ping pong and badminton and volleyball and basketball. We conquered the ropes course. We did relay races. We mini golfed. We danced. We played Reverse Charades and laughed until we cried.
We dropped our kids off for 5-6 hours every day.
We didn't use computers or TV for a week.
We didn't sleep.
And not only did Slice buy that little BYU shirt the last night we were there, he also said on the way home,
"I think we could do that next year......"