Last weekend my family and I road-tripped to the lovely waters of White River, Arkansas. What could possibly inspire us to spend 8 hours on the (incredibly bumpy and horribly paved) roads, you might ask? Nothing short of three monumental birthdays that of course would result in trout fishing for days! Father's 50th and Gran and Grandaddy's 75th brought us to the cutest little cabin in the world where we ate 4th of July cookies (it's never too late, right?), listened to bluegrass music, and lounged by the ridiculously cold river. Fishing with my grandfather was the absolutely most wonderful thing in the world, especially since I know how much he adores it. Sometimes doing something someone loves is more fun than doing something that YOU love.
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| The day started out intensely foggy, which actually meant it was intensely beautiful. |
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| Drifting with Grandaddy. |
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| My darling parents on their 26th year. |
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| Grandaddy in his place. |
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| Our old man |
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| My lovely grandparents who get better looking every single year they spend together |
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