kissin' cousins.

Okay I'm just gonna start by saying the title of this post is such a joke and stop freaking out. But I'm also gonna say that although it's a joke for me, I can't speak for everyone. There's nothing quite like a Bundy, after all. 

If I had to choose one picture to describe the annual Bundy Family Reunion, it would be this one:

It would be this one because this is literally what you do out there. Nothing. You pick a chair at the start of the day and that chair becomes your best friend. You carry it with you from event to event and sit in the dirt on your butt all day. And that's how it goes. 

Speaking of events, there is plenty to do out there. Just nothing I am particularly interested in. I just don't come from a family of die hard Bundy's, meaning I didn't get a lasso and a set of horseshoes for my graduation present, if you can believe it. 

We did take quite the drive (15 minutes my butt) up to the lookout. 

It was breezy and beautiful and I loved it. A nice escape from actual Bundyville for a couple hours. 

We found this so cute nest of little baby birds while we were walking back to the car. Their little chirps melted my heart. 

Highlight of the whole event, you may be wondering? 

My little baby cousin Savannah had me so wrapped around her finger. Cutest little girl in the world. 

I'll tell you what the highlight wasn't. The bathroom situation. There's a few lovely outhouses out on Mount Trumble, situated in the most poppin places in camp. It was great because you get to grab your roll of toilet paper from camp and walk to the bathroom right past everyone. It's charming because everyone knows right where you're headed. The walk of shame is actually the easy part. Once you're there, you're left wishing you would have taken a pit stop in a bush along the way instead. To say the absolute bare minimum, it stinks. Like the can't breathe through your nose because you'll throw up, but can't breathe through your mouth because you'll taste it kind of stink. Needless to say, I went a total of 2 times. 

At least the outhouse had dandelions painted on it though. 

So I guess that's my experience of the Bundy in a nutshell. Don't get me wrong, it was fun and I'm glad I went. But 24 hours was enough for me.