The Van Dyke sibling camping trip ended Tuesday night in a delightfully different dinner at Woolgrowers, a French Basque restaurant that serves a family style six-course meal with huge allotments of meat and where delicious red wine comes standard.  All the siblings, in-laws, and little cousins sat around a room-length table, under a tall, warehouse style ceiling, and surrounded by old fashioned French maps, paintings, and advertisements.  I never imagined a French restaurant to be this down-to-earth.  All my expectations of tiny artistic portions of rare food are obliterated.  We feasted on as much soup, potato salad, beans, salad, stew, french fries, meats of all shapes and flavors, fresh fruit and ice cream we could hold, passed around and shared. No wonder this restaurant has sustained 80 years of changing economy.  It's fun and timeless.

After dinner, we all posed in front of a wall in the parking lot to get some group pictures, and group videos.  (check out Lukas' facebook video) Then hugs followed everyone to their cars and we went our separate ways.  Eddy kept his tradition of waving every car off until, in the last car out, we left for Sam's house once again.