YOOPER PICNIC 2018

YOOPER IS NOT JUST A WORD ITS A WAY OF LIFE

March 8, 2018

We spent the afternoon in Lake Havasu City, Arizona with around 250 other Yoopers who have escaped the frozen north. It was a wonderful afternoon and looking around you we could see groups of people laughing and talking. It is an afternoon of spending time with old friends and meeting new friends;  all with one thing in common a love and pride of where we call "home". It does not matter if you left the Upper Peninsula of Michigan years ago or, if you are like us, spend your winters in a warmer climate then make the trek back to the UP every spring, Once a Yooper Always a Yooper. 

The hand waves us in.

We can see a patch of blue water in the distance.

A small peek of the London Bridge from the traffic signal.

We are here with the early birds.

Slowly the group grows.

We are under "our" tree

and sharing it with some Marquette Yoopers.

Unfortunately, I did not get a very good picture of today's entertainment.
This gentleman does an excellent job every year. 

This is a beautiful park.
Rotary Park

Rick and Tom,
looks like someone across the way was saying something interesting.

Alice and the committee do an excellent job each year putting
this day together for us all to come and enjoy.

Jill and Barb talking with Tom and Bob just behind.

Barb and Bob

Jill and Rick with Jill's sister Jewell standing in the center

Paula and Tom

Trish and Pat

(Alice, Barb, Jill, Pat and I all went to Holy Name High School together. It does not seem possible but we will be joining the rest of our classmates in August for our 50th Reunion.)

We took a quick ride over the London Bridge.

After crossing the London Bridge we are on the Island
looking back at Lake Havasu City.

A wave goodbye and we are on our way

 headed North on 95.

Heading East on I-40 as the sun sets behind us.

The sun slipping behind the Black Mountains
in a beautiful golden glow.

Continuing on we can see a train off in the distance to the 
right of us heading south. Behind, the last of the sun's
light touches the Hualapai Mountains.

We turn a corner and below we see the
lights of Kingman.

Just a short distance now and we will be at our home, the Stinger "B". 

We will say goodnight to a day filled with what will become good memories.

"Leaving Home always means

leaving with your feet,

never with your heart."

 We hope your day was filled with wonderful moments.

If you would like to leave a comment we would enjoy hearing from you.

P.S. For those who were in Quartzsite in January. Look who moved and got a job in Kingman.