a quick stop/night in charlottesville, playtime with a small baby and then brews with an old bro on the corner. then curviest of curvy mountain roads with no yellow double lines or affirmative signs, through deerfield, green land in all directions.
a day-visit to the homestead, lunch, then check-in. swimming and exploring.
morning coffee and eats, solo skinny-dip in a spring-fed river, kayak upstream and back, chased deer into the brush, saw two snakes, mountain biked with buzzing, winged creatures small and large (saw more deer, even baby ones like bambi jumping into tall cornstalks—amazing!)
kissed and made the world a better place for a few moments on the porch with wine in the middle of a monday afternoon, forgetting about everything and everyone for awhile was nice, but fleeting—oh but a moment. ate delicious local mountain food grown on the farm and looked up at the sky at night, early to bed early to rise.
then we went home i guess.
i'm not so into sharing these days (but i guess i can't help some).
keep it to yourself brendan.
sorry.
1 comment:
sounds like a nice trip...i like the photo of rachel
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