In a cabin down by the river

Here are some pictures of our weekend on the river in WV. Sometimes I forget what a pretty state I'm from. I can't imagine anything much more idyllic than right where we were. Will loved every second of his time there with the exception of going to bed our first night, when he mournfully expounded upon his deep and abiding wish to "go to Cinca-ati" to "our white house" for around an hour or so. (He also did not pass up the opportunity to go all Jekyll and Hyde on us, claiming that he didn't like our cabin only to wake up Saturday morning saying how much he loved it.) But on to happier times:

The object of Will's affection and/or disgust.

The view from the back porch.

The accidental fisherman and his trusty sidekick.

Laura and Papaw Gary, debuting her bathing suit, which is certainly her must-have summer outfit. If only I looked nearly as cute in swimming attire . . .

The intrepid rafters. (Sun exposure was minimal, for all you worrywarts out there. She was in the sun for a few minutes, tops. Will's, however, wasn't exactly minimal, though.)

Watermelon time!

Watermelon time, part deux. (And, yes, Will is that short. He's not slumping. I wonder where he gets it?)

Lunchtime!

Then time for some serious tower building.

Same seat, different state.

Sunday morning. Ready to roll--all the way back to Cinca-ati.

Probably best that he wasn't driving, for a multitude of reasons.

And for my R-MWC peeps, here's Pearl Buck's birthplace (which is about three minutes from where we stayed), where there was some sort of event (hence the white tent). (This picture is really pretty in color but I don't really want to mess up the black and white vibe for now.)