I promised Dara that I wouldn't drop the bag.
Monday, November 16, 2009
Alone..In a cabin...It was Friday the 13...It was fun.
In celebration of Dara's new job and as an early 1 year anniversary trip we drove to Heathsville, VA to stay for the weekend at our Uncle Paul's cabin along the Rappahannock River. When Dara and I make plans we are not easily swayed by a weather report to stay home. We ignored the stormy weather and Thursday morning made our way south. We arrived in the afternoon and spent all day Friday, and Saturday morning there. We spent time reading (Dara got hooked on the Twilight series), playing card games and watching movies. I have to say that when we arrived we were a bit discouraged. Before us on the muddy dirt road to the secluded cabin was a tree that had fallen over. The weather was still rather miserable and although it wasn't a downpour, it was still raining. We parked our car at a neighbors home and climbed over the tree carrying a suitcase and a couple of bags with food for the weekend. It suddenly dawned on us about then that it was the weekend of Friday the 13. From where we parked it was about a quarter of a mile to the cabin. We were hoping that we wouldn't run into anyone wearing a hockey mask. No one would've heard scream had it turned out like a scary movie. Fortunately for us we felt rather safe and at home. It was even a little romantic. It was nice to get away from home for a little bit and enjoy being just us. The road block made our trip more adventurous than we planned on but I got to show off some muscle and carry our bags. Dara was impressed. It was a great weekend.