My (gasp) 50th High School reunion was held over Labor Day in Billings, MT. I had only attended one other class reunion quite a number of years earlier. This time I took my DH with me so that at least one person would recognize me. I had been in contact with a couple of my high school girl friends and looked forward to being with them again.
Various activities of the reunion were planned for the entire weekend. Friday afternoon my friend, Kara, met us at the hotel and we talked for so long that we didn't have time for dinner before the "Meet and Greet" that night. The event was held in a huge two-room garage. One of the rooms had walls covered with all kinds of signs relating to cars and there were vintage cars lined up on one side of the room. Fortunately the DH was entertained by the decor so I didn't have to worry about him while I reconnected with old (literally) friends.
For me, the most enjoyable event was the ladies luncheon on Saturday afternoon. Just like the pregame pot-lucks and the Spring Teas it was just the girls having a gab fest and eating. They went from table to table and had everyone tell a little about themselves. Some of the gals got carried away and their "little" turned into a lot. Some of us were worried that we might still be at the luncheon when it was time for the evening event.
That evening there was a dinner and a dance with a silent auction. We looked over the auction items but didn't see anything that we couldn't live without. One of the fellows in the class is now a graphic artist and he had made a poster with the Billings Senior High Bronc on it, but my thought was "Where in the world would I put that?" After an evening of eating, visiting and one dance we called it a night. We also decided that while we had enjoyed the reunion we would pass on the Sunday brunch and head to Wyoming to visit Martin's Cove.
I had wanted to go there for several years and I thought this might be my only opportunity. It wasn't crowded and we had a great guide who pointed out that more than 2,962 people walked to Salt Lake City with handcart companies. Of these, 250 died on the trail. Only 30 of these deaths were not of the Willie and Martin companies.
We continued on to Utah and had a quick visit with kids and grandkids before returning home.







