The Bradshaw Clan in Park City

Two weeks ago, the entire Bradshaw clan descended upon Park City to wreak its own special brand of havoc on the land. All seven Bradshaw boys, spouses, a gaggle of nine little children, two grandparents, a granduncle and the occasional visitor filled a cabin for a week of crazy.

Andy and I drove to Utah with Carter, the best road-tripping toddler on the planet. We stopped in Tahoe to visit with dear friends who were serendipitously in town from Oregon. We braved a night at Circus Circus in Reno to break up the drive.

The week in Utah is a blur of binge-watching Olympics, hot tubbing with kids, cooking, eating, visiting friends, playing in the reservoir, eating Cafe Rio, BBQ-ing in the rain and hanging with family.

And of course, the requisite Bradshaw Boy awkward family photos:

We Come for Mountains and Cafe Rio

Every year for the last, oh, ten years or so, my very un-Mormon Chen cousins (and our honorary cousin friends) descend, from all over the country, upon Salt Lake City to take the slopes by storm, eat disgusting amounts of Cafe Rio sweet pork barbacoa, play a stupid horse racing board game, hot tub and have a good time. Andy and I are the very-Mormon contingent praying to redeem the souls of our fallen relatives and generally trying to save our rental house from being struck by lightning.

I think age and children have toned down the debauchery and volume of our family gatherings, but not the hilarity and fun. I love love love spending time with my cousins. Raunchy, loud, bacon-gobbling, nerdy-Star-Wars-game-playing, fun-loving people that they are. We missed the people who couldn’t make it this year; you people better block off your calendars for 2017!

I didn’t snowboard this year; so, we visited close friends and family instead. These are people I love so much that every time we see them, Andy and I have a serious conversation about moving to Utah. ME. In UTAH. Mind not computing.

The trip bonus? Andy and I volunteered to be bumped to a later flight in exchange for airline vouchers. So, next year’s flights are already handled! Vince, start planning please!