This weekend I was reminded what's important in life. Saturday my folks flew into Des Moines for a Memorial Day weekend stay. Initially, I must admit, I was frustrated that my "low-man" status on the totem pole at work would keep me from seeing much of them over the weekend. With a full slate of weekend assignments it seemed there would hardly be a window of opportunity to log quality time with my family, who I'd seen very little of since relocating to Des Moines, but as things have a tendency to… it all worked out. My Dad was able to ride along with me on an out-of-town assignment Sunday, which gave him a chance to see what I do and gave us a chance to catch up. After completing a 10-hour day Sunday I was looking forward to time off and in the company of some of my favorite people. I stuffed my work equipment in the back room (literally and metaphorically) and pulled out my personal camera with the hope of photographing my favorite subjects for a few days. With my parents having spent much of their lives living in the Midwest there were plenty of places they wanted go, people they wanted to see and, of course, food to eat. Masquerading as outsiders in a rental car with out-of-state plates Jessie, Buddy, the 'rents and I traveled to my Grandfather's cabin in Panora, Iowa. The on-again-off-again rain showers set the tone for a nostalgic trip to what has long been a family getaway. Memorial Day at the lake was calming, quiet and gorgeous; everything I hoped it would be. On the return trip we stopped for ice cream at a roadside eatery. All-American family fun. We spent the next couple days wandering through Ames, hitting the typical haunts and cruising antique stores in search of treasure. Much success. Now that they've returned back to Boise Jessie, Budward and I will return to life here in Middle America. Although I love it when family comes to visit, when they leave it reminds you how far away they are and that's hard.