I think I totally scored on cooking duty, with sandwich stuff, salad stuff and a potato casserole made beforehand as my responsibilities. Felt like such a slacker, we volunteered to make a Saturday morning grocery run for some beverage refills. The beer might have lasted longer if people hadn’t kept dropping their open bottles into the hot tub — apparently when you’re all steamy and sitting in bubbles (and it’s not your first adult beverage) glasses and bottles are difficult to grip.

It was a bit cooler in Blue Ridge, but still the south, so still miserably humid and in the 90s. A/C in the cabin was rocking, and after dark, the hot tub was more than bearable. Friday night we rocked out the hot tub and ran through the beverage supplies so well that it could not be repeated on Saturday. We made a mild attempt, but Saturday night was made for booze and bad pool… and celebrating engagements. The Sniper-Couple can tell the story best, but the rest of us were just happy to have been there for there for the news.

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Our adventure finding the place will be something we laugh about every time we get in James’ car — or I will, but hopefully he’ll get over it and laugh, too. Someday we’ll go back up there to hunt down the pieces of his car he left in the ditches and potholes.

We were glad to share in your first viewing of Serenity, and maybe next time we’ll work on making up some better “old Bob stories” to tell you when you ask 100 times… or maybe we won’t have to make them up, since we now have “beer bottle of doom”!

Anyway, in case you didn’t already know — the trip was a blast, and we appreciate you so much! Just thought you and “the world” ought to know!