Rib Fest Reunion - The Water

Since Rib Fest is held at a lake home on Legend Lake there has to be time spent on the water.

Whether you are first cousin, first cousin once removed or a second cousin there is time on the lake boating.

 

 Jet skiing or kayaking.

Swimming or fishing.

Observing the local eagle nest around the corner. 

It is a requirement.  And sort of the reason for being there anyway...

 

Rib Fest Reunion - The Cousins

One of the notable features of Rib Fest is the cousins.  Lots of cousins.  Therefore, a word about the cousins.

Here's your family tree lesson of the day.

And I'm putting it here insofar as I always have difficulty remembering how this works.

Your first cousin is the child of an aunt or uncle.  These are first cousins.

The child of your first cousin is you first cousin - once removed. Removed indicates a difference in generation. 

The child of your first cousin once removed (who is your first cousin's child) is your second cousin.

 

Keep that straight as there will be a test later.

These are first cousins once removed and small second cousins.

 

Meanwhile it's been heartening to see the successive generations grow and prosper.

Oh, and by the way, ribs prepared three ways....

 

Because, you know it's Rib Fest....

Rib Fest Reunion - The Giant Fish Fry

Growing-up the cousins on both sides of the family were pretty close.  My dad's brother and his tribe lived at the opposite end of the block.

 

Anyway, the cousins on my mom's side of the family have been consistent in helping to maintain many of the family traditions; including getting-together over the Christmas holiday and hosting a summer gathering.

 

Sun, surf and cousins reconnected for another Annual Rib Fest celebration on Legend Lake in Keshena, Wisconsin.

 

 

 

I dodge the rib event nowadays and orchestrate the Big Friday Family Fish Fry mostly because it’s so difficult to squeeze a large group into a supper club or local watering hole for Friday fish. And because I like cooking for a group. 

 

 

So I take the fry on the road. 

  

 

I recommend outdoor cooking, sparing the kitchen, and taking it under the upper deck on account of rain.

  

And a frosty Hamm’s.

 

From The Land Of Sky Blue Waters…..