We spent a few days last week down at Granny’s cabin at Smith Mountain Lake with our dear friends the Smileys. There was lots of fishing, swimming, tubing, skiing, boating and photo taking of it all. Walker, two, doesn’t quite swim yet (although he thinks he can) but he can water ski. Why yes, it was sort of like watching a squirrel. Pat caught sight of a big ole catfish hanging out under the boathouse and made it his mission to catch it, which he did Friday morning. Every male in the house ran down to assist bringing it in, yelling for me to bring the camera. It was a big deal. They now sell little tubs of peanut butter to put on your toes for the carp to suck it off down at Carp City. Of course Edie and Abigail went for it. Walker had me take a few hundred fish pictures, Will had me take a few hundred pictures of Walker water skiing and that’s at least part of how I ended up with over a thousand shots on my memory card from the trip. Mollie and I added clean-out-the-fridge nachos to our meal line up this time – definitely must remember to do that again. I averaged a book a day – nothing says vacation to me more than being able to sit and read for hours on end. The weather was absolutely lovely, with the hottest day being of course, the day we were packing up, which resulted in a last minute jump in the lake, then driving home with a bag full of wet bathing suits which promptly went into the washing machine and hung on the line to dry. It was a wonderful break – thanks to Will and Mollie for having us (and to Granny!).