Going South for the Summer

Every summer we head to the hills of Virginia for some time in the car and some long-anticipated time with family.  I've been saying we are going to the middle-of-nowhere Virginia, but that doesn't really roll off the tongue very well.  So, I'm changing my tag-line.  From now on it will be referred to as "our pilgrimage to a cabin on a lake in the Blue Ridge Mountains".  There, that's better!  At least you might want to come with me now.  And I wish you could, because I love this part of the country.

I don't have much on my to-do list.  If we can, I'd like to eat at this restaurant, or this hole in the wall Mexican restaurant that has a salsa bar with homemade chips and which served the best margarita I ever had a sip of.  With Verity safely outside of the womb, I will be ordering my very own this year.  :)