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Monday, August 07, 2006

Six Photos From an Authentic Swimmin' Hole

No summer would be complete without a trip to a proper country swimmin' hole, and as you can see, the liquid pay-off in Harrisonburg, Virginia is worth the two and a half hour drive from DC. There's nothing like it close by, so thanks to Jeff, we cooled off in the freezing green water with the dogs, college kids and guitar-playing rednecks on Saturday.

The most handsomest dog on earth.

My dog loves to eat "creek popcorn" (crawdads) so Katie spent hours lifting up rocks, snatching them up and tossing them to the dog. He ate seven live ones.

It's nice to know there are places in the US where you can risk your life by jumping from a 15 foot cliff into five-foot-deep water without warning signs, insurance waivers or life guards.

Jeff's full back tattoo won him serious street cred with the locals.

Rocks, shoes, dog, beer, me.

That butterfly back tattoo is, um something else.
It's a moth, actually.

Lonnie, if you'd taken your tooth out you'd have fit right in, man... thanks so much again for taking me.

Would you mind sending me the unprocessed photos from the trip? I'd like to see what I can do to 'em in Photoshop -- I took a few that were meant to be stitched into a panorama...

See you soon.
that's the hottest katie picture since the one of her, me, grace and the croaker.

or was it a spot?

either way this one takes first place.
nova sparkle fatties?

nova sparkle fatties!

nova sparkle fatties!

This is your best call yet, Bruner.

I am soooooooooo going to steal the vernacular.
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