West Virginia with Robby

We reached the beautiful mountain state and, more pertinently, our beautiful friend Robby.  Yay!

Robby is smiles and sunshine that claim to have moods, he talks with his hands, and his hands speak in mixed media.  His house looks like the Metropolitan and an antique store had babies, and then those babies exploded.  His yard looks like his dad keeps it well manicured, and Robby lovingly waters and beers and otherwise coaxes curling green tendrils up and out and into bloom in the shadow of a good climbing tree and by the light of a good bonfire.  Shiny objects dot his garden like lint, but prettier.

And, Robby has kittens! The girls were enchanted!

And Robby had a mother and father who were very nice, and fed us home-cooked meals, let us use their laundryroom, supplied us with swings and slides, gave us gifts, and otherwise spoiled us.  He has a mother and a father, but I only captured the one of them on camera:

At Robby’s house we saw my friend Chris, had a bonfire, introduced the girls to their first smores (we talked Ada into trying them even though she protested that they were unhealthy–Annabelle was willing from the start), had a party and met some folks, climbed a tree, toured Tamarack and saw a bunch of art.  Most of that happened in the dark though, so all I have is this picture of the girls discovering crab apples from Robby’s tree (Annabelle was cuckoo for the crab apples):

Robby found us a horse so Annabelle could meet one in person–she was much impressed and one happy girl!

Annabelle looking for daddy:

Robby and David trot over to the local pub looking for work–here’s David playing at Fosters in Beckley: