Talkin' Shit About A Pretty Sunset

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.