Last week I had my first vacation, vacation since oh ... I can't remember when. Either my trip to New Orleans that was pre-Katrina, or my family's last trip to the Outer Banks maybe four years ago.
Generally my vacations include 1) staying home to get caught up on all the things I can't get done in the normal course of life, or 2) going to my parent's house. Which, while I enjoy visiting, it's not exactly vacation. (No offense, Mom!)
My sister, niece, and I went to the Stonewall Resort that sits on the Stonewall Jackson Lake. This lake is the reservoir of the dam built to prevent the annual flooding of Weston, WV. It was a fabulous break from the daily grind where we hiked, swam, kayaked, paddle-boated, plus a lot of lying around and staring at the clouds, stars, and the back of our eyelids.
I would show you pictures of all the fun we had, but Item No 1 that I accomplished on this vacation was breaking my camera.
While hiking to an overlook to have a picnic lunch, the trail crossed a meadow that sloped downhill, packed full of wildflowers, and all I could think of was the opening to Little House on the Prairie with Gracie (was it Gracie?) running down the meadow. I wasn't so committed to the role that I threw myself to the ground, but I did throw my camera to the ground.
Actually, I lost my grip and it went soaring, remarkably high!, before it came crashing back to Earth. Something bent in the lens mechanism because it doesn't open/focus anymore. So sad. But also exciting because...new camera! But until then the only pictures I can offer will be those taken with my cell phone.