My wife’s family had a thing. For decades they would meet up at Rendezvous Beach for a family reunion on the south end of Bear Lake.
Two Separate Paths
It was early 1995 and I was fourteen years old. I can almost remember the way the crisp spring air smelled. The snow on the mountains was beginning to creep back toward the white-capped peaks, revealing new patches of green on the mountainside. Life was fresh and new and filled with possibilities.