This was fun. A compilation of 8 not very accurate pictures crammed together to make a panoramic. Here you find several Sprouls, the Kisers (who hosted the feast), many other church folk, a great view, and, intentionally, two Joseph Baileys. If you don't know who Joseph is, just look for the identical twins. Oh, and there are Smythes in there as well. Of course.
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This is the driveway up to the Kiser house. The view is just as beautiful going up as it is looking back down.

Once to the top of the drive, many small children made their way to the swingset.

Some went under the swingset to play in the sand.

And some, like Madeline Tremayne, slid or fell off of it.

Madeline's mom, Samantha Tremayne, (thoroughly) enjoying a conversation with Leslie McMahon.

Some of the older children (and adults) enjoyed lots of games, like volleyball.

Before we got to the food, R.C. Sproul Jr. gave a brief speech on our cause for feast and fellowship, and blessed the food.

The view from behind R.C. as he gathers the crowd together. There were a lot more people than pictured here. Can't fit nearly fifty families in just one picture.

A young Murphy man stands on the spot from where the previous picture was taken, enjoying the same view.

Strawns, Cottrills, and — way in the back — Hokes get in line for the feast.

Sally and Jonny Cottrill getting food.

Mmmmm. Food. I'm getting hungry.

Lynn "Dad" Williams waits in line. Lynn is the father of Lindsay Owens, wife of Highlands Study Center president Eric Owens.

Camera ham Elijah with his nearly empty plate of yummy food.

Benjamin wonders where his food went off to.

Benjamin's brother Christopher claims he had nothing to do with it. (You gotta love covenant community and adoption. Only in these settings will you hear an Asian kid calling a black kid his brother, and mean it literally. Or is Chris Cambodian? Oh, and Benjamin is from Jamaica. Or is that Haiti? With so many adopted children from so many countries, it is hard to keep up. What a blessing.)

The case of the missing food may be solved here. Young Isaac, another adopted child, acts a bit smug and aloof when questioned about Benjamin's food.

Emma, the Kiser dog. She would never take food off of the plate of a child who happens to hold their plate at the same height as her snout. Never in a million years. Something tells me you still don't believe me.

Scott "Sherlock Holmes" Cottrill on the — okay, let's just move on. The case of the missing food is getting a little old.

There is an ongoing joke about how many Smythes can be found in any gallery. There are (as of this gallery) 11 Smythe children and 1 more on the way. With the probability of a Smythe getting into a photo gallery by accident at 100% (go look for yourselves) why be deliberate? Well, that is another ongoing joke. Now we've told you. And now you have to find out who the other 8 Smythe children and dad and mom (Dan and Kimberly) are. Then you have to know them all by name. Do that and you're qualified to be a church elder.

Another view of the playground looking toward the Kiser house. Have Don tell you the story about building that house.

(from R to L) Don Kiser, Blake Saunders, and Don Schanzenbach enjoying fellowship at the lone picnic table for the entire picnic.

Dante Tremayne: web master, design master, audio master, father of four great children, husband of the astonishingly beautiful Samantha, strikingly handsome, and the man who writes all of this unbearable (but absolutely true) commentary.
P.S. That's a Smythe girl in the photo.

Speaking of Samantha. Here she is joined by baby Samantha and Miranda. Miranda is visiting from Korea. She feels right at home here.

The inimitable Jonathan Daugherty with his lovely wife Katie and their beloved baby Aiofe. Guess which family the kid in the red shirt belongs too. Really, I'm not doing this on purpose!

As the day drew to a close, young men of Saint Peter, along with visiting friends Nathan and Calvin Williams (yup, Lindsay's brothers) squeezed in a few more minutes of conversation before the Williams family parted for their (for now) hometown of Kennesaw, Georgia.

I guess we can call this the parting shot.
For now.
Blessings.