Getaway

Our trip to West Virginia to visit Poppy John and Grandma Sandy was wonderful.
We spent much of the time outside -right through the evening hours- visiting around the campfire, dark sky filled with twinkling stars, fingers sticky with roasted marshmallow.  
During the day, Tucker and Colby ran and ran, wild dog and carefree child, chasing cats and crickets.

Celia snuggled on Grammy's lap, cheeks rosy, joining in the conversations with pretty smiles and quiet songs.
We looked through old family photos and the boys fished for bass.  We enjoyed Andy's smoked ribs, and Tucker rode the "cycle" and looked for cows.

And because spending time with Poppy is always an adventure, perhaps he'll chime in and explain why, shortly after this photo was snapped, U.S. Customs and Border Protection officials showed up.  We did end up getting away...

JEB