Jaime, the bride and one of my very best friends on earth, was beautiful as always, in a white gown with a red stripe across the chest and down the back. Her Aunt Laresa, the maid of honor, and I wore red gowns and silver heels. The wedding was held in the backyard of Jaime's uncle's house, in a wooded area just a half mile from the water. It was a short but sweet ceremony, officiated by their friend Gary, who'd become certified to perform weddings just for this occasion. Jaime's uncle had hired a photographer who flew overhead in a helicopter just as we were all walking down the aisle, and we all laughed about it being a celebrity wedding, with paparazzi overhead. 
After prime rib, pulled pork sandwiches and the wedding cake, I drove back to Plummer, where Karl and Claudia offered to put us up for the night. Rather than drive the hour-and-a-half back to Lewiston, I gladly accepted their offer. Uncle Karl took us for a ride in his Kubota so we could see the goats and all the trails he's carved into the hillsides above their house to cut down trees for firewood.
After prime rib, pulled pork sandwiches and the wedding cake, I drove back to Plummer, where Karl and Claudia offered to put us up for the night. Rather than drive the hour-and-a-half back to Lewiston, I gladly accepted their offer. Uncle Karl took us for a ride in his Kubota so we could see the goats and all the trails he's carved into the hillsides above their house to cut down trees for firewood. 
We were up early yesterday morning, and picked up Marisa and Avi in Moscow on the way back to Lewiston so the boys could play a little. Yesterday afternoon, we all went to the beach at Lenore with my cousin Sooki and her boys, Kyle and Kobe, for a picnic... and an attempt to brave the frigid, rushing water.
Today, it's up the river again, to Kooskia, for the annual Gibler Labor Day get-together. Can't wait to get those little cousins together! 
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