Seven Year Anniversary.

We used to think the gold standard was to try to go back to Maine for Memorial Day/our anniversary weekend. I mean, it probably still is, but-- COVID.

So instead we spent the week learning about Vikings,

unearthing the hammock,

working out,

catching up with our #quaranteam,

returning (tentatively, and masked) to grocery shopping,

and embracing the start of summer. Dressed like this, for no earthly reason.

And then, instead of Maine, we fled to Wilkes County. Which is kind of all that is right with the world.

We celebrated seven years of this wild and wonderful roller coaster camping,

discovering "Davy Crockett cabins,"

enjoying Stone Mountain, which April and I used to climb regularly but which I hadn't been to in many years,

doing lots of "dang'wous" things,

enjoying rock slides and creeks,

fishing the trout streams,

and generally acting Wilkes County- terrible.

Plus. fireworks.

After a long weekend celebrating, we somehow also managed a sleepover (why are sleepovers not illegal, again??!),

a trip to visit Seth at his High Lake spot for the weekend Bass Fishing Tournament (likely scaring all the fish away),

a meetup at a very  Americana BBQ spot,

and a pool party (complete with skinny dipping).

My favorite photos of the week are of Finley working out with me in the woods while the boys fished,

and our anniversary dinner at the camper, because every year gets better than the last and I can't imagine doing this life any better than we're doing it, together. Cheers to you, Seth, and to these tickets, and to many more wild, outdoor anniversary celebrations.