I'm back in action now after a fun outing to the Olympic Peninsula with my dad. This was to make up for the road trip that I missed with him last year (when he was going to come to Flagstaff at the end of my internship). We spent a solid two-and-a-half days stopping at different spots and hiking back into the woods.
It's interesting how long you can go without knowing things about your family. I found out that my dad was a member of a Junior Masons society. Something called DeMolay that's offered for the youth of Master Masons. It turns out that I come from a family with ties to the Masons: my grandpa was part of the Masons himself, while my great-grandpa was a 33rd order Mason - the highest you can be. My dad himself was a Chevalier within the DeMolays, again the highest honor. My aunt was something within the Daughters of Job too.
It just really makes me wonder how many odd things there are that I'll never know about my own parents.