We try as much as possible to make our way up to WVa where Joe had spent many a childhood summer visiting with MaMa, uncles, aunts, cousins and good ol' farmwork. WVa holds a lot of sentiment for the Carver/Moore family as well as being rich with history. While we are there we also try to visit "The Camp." The place where Joe steals away for about a week's time (making me a "hunter's widow" - tv sports wives can relate) and any other time we make our way up there. It really is a nice retreat filled with ladybugs, an outhouse, and mountains and mountains of God's beautiful green earth and a wood stove smell that brings nostalgia when unpacking from an overnight's stay. We are very blessed to have it and look forward to the day when the kids are a bit older and can share in the same nostalgia - and possibly a deer or squirrel or two.
Lucy trying to get into the camoflauge experience. In WVa they start early.
Rhett just inside the camp door.
Ella and her Pa Paw by the wood pile.
For some reason Lucy thinks leaves are edible and then quickly remembers they aren't once they reach her mouth. 
Rhett and his walking stick.
The morning after we arrived, Uncle Kermit had the children come over to his garden (a walk away from MaMa's) and retrieve pumpkins that now anxiously await on our porch for Halloween and Thanksgiving.
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