I get a strange look from people when I tell them I'm going to Apple Butter. I quickly have to explain that my family makes apple butter, and it takes two days. It's not quite reunion (which happens every August on the family farm since the early 1920s--except for the few years during the war of course), but with sixty people attending at some point during the two days, it felt like a mini reunion for sure. It felt oh so good to be surrounded by beautiful mountains and loving family!