So this time my mom and step-dad drove with my grandma, their huge travel trailer down from Michigan and met my sister and I with the three kids half-way between all of us in the Ohio Valley, in West Virginia. Immediately, I was a little bummed, since we drove through these beautiful, autumn-colored mountains all the way from the North Carolina border up, and then as soon as we skirted Charleston, WV and leveled out heading west, there was the campsite. I was really imagining rural, mountain camping amidst the fall foliage. In reality, we drove right through a backwards Midwestern-Redneck town that was at the moment hosting the regional Pumpkinfest, and right into a presentable, tiny KOA tucked away between a switchback entrance through several littered, abandoned houses and the noisy freeway. Yee-haw.
Despite these empirical inconven-iences, the trip was nice and sedate. I got out-voted for the historic Appalacian town, and didn't even try to go hiking or boating anywhere (cuz for one thing the person with no money shouldn't have the biggest vote). But I did manage to push the local glass factory. Ostensibly, this was my favorite part of the trip, but the grey skies over blushing trees, constant campfires, the kids learning to bike and panning for gems at the KOA general store, showering my nephew with kisses at all times of the day, hearing Grandma's stories, hugging my mom; these were also well worth the inconveniences.
Baby. Smooch-smooch.
Size comparison of the Fat Paddy at Fat Paddy's
The boys. Oh no... we are in trouble
Grandma, aka. Great Makah
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