Leaving San Diego XLVIII

The drive went okay...eight hours. This would be the first Apple-family reunion in 30 years, which would last for one week. After only two calls, we received directions that took us around the lake, over the stream, through the bushes and to our destination...Bird House. Each house was decorated in its own distinctive theme, with ours being a bunch of old bird houses. The screened-in sun room contained several examples of various shapes and sizes. I was wondering if the birds using these houses were finished with them before they were gathered. We were among the first to arrive. The cabins sat on a hill above the lake. Our 10-foot-square room contained a bunk-bed squeezed against one wall with a single bed shoved against another. There was barely enough room to turn around once inside. My wife and I were to be in the bottom of the bunk bed with two other people in the other sleeping spaces. I was warned the rooms were going to be cozy... and they were. The bathroom was just off the kitchen. When sitting, my nose was almost pressed against the opposing wall. All wiping had to be accomplished with certain movements more appropriate for a gymnastics event. No one had said anything about the bathrooms also being cozy. We theorized the closeness would be conducive to good conversation...such as: "I never knew you had a mole in your left armpit?"