Here is the road that takes us to the cabin... a bit winding at times... poor Jack - gets sick every time.
Now this is the swinging bridge we have to cross in order to get to the cabin. Daddy assures me of it's safety, however, I find no comfort in his words as I'm standing halfway down the bridge... where it's too far to turn back, despite the fact that I feel like fainting but can't because I'm holding Jack's hand plus all the bags that hold extra clothes I brought along... It's about here that I think we're going to need marriage counseling.
But here's the reward for braving that darn bridge - this quaint little cabin built by my father-in-law... I helped build it too... Yes indeed. I hammered in about 25 nails... I'm not sure they went into the right place, but hey, that counts right?
The cabin is surrounded by creeks and a river and plenty of mountains.
The view from the deck.
The main attractions for the kids were Grandma's teeny tiny dog, and the gigantic tadpoles.
They only found minnows at this part of the River - Jack was loving it!
The scenery was oozing with serenity. The wind was making the tall grass wave back and forth. It was peaceful... unless you're a non-outdoorsy type like myself, and you hear a noise in the tall grass, and not wanting to encounter any snakes you strongly suggest to Jack that it's time to return to the cabin.
I love my boy!
More pics tomorrow...












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