WB in WV, with JL & DM

One time Joanna and I moved in parallel lines across the country while Darcy did her own thing and went the other way. That's classic Darcy, but are you getting a load of those lines‽ Who knew that Iowa City was only 6.53 miles further from Fairfax, VA than Madison is from Philadelphia? Remember that next time you're in a map drawing competition, it should help with the always troublesome middle west.

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Later, we all drove from our respective pushpins and met at this cabin in West Virginia. It's sort of in the middle of all of us, but really, are you getting a load of how cabin-y that cabin is? If you're keeping track, that's two loads you should have gotten so far. It was made for Swaying.

Here's something though, I'll admit that I don't know when this thing was built, but I am pretty sure that that sign is a lie.

Which isn't surprising since the town seems to have a fondness for Washington-themed lies anyway—see his "bath tub" below, which they admit in the fine print is only "a modern reconstruction of the primitive conditions prior to 1784". 

It didn't really matter since we all took in some of the presidential water anyway. It was like the opposite of not chopping down a cherry tree. Think about it.

Georgie really did hangout around the area though. Best thing he left behind, besides fewer Indians? Sixteen-year-old-GW graffito. What a rebel. And also a gentlemen. And a soldier. And a surveyor. And a chiseler.

Other sights in West Virginia included this handicapped sand box and a mountaintop Jojo overlooking a partially incapacitated Darcy. 

What are they looking at?

And then also angry mountaintop Jojo.

Look at those furrows.

Bonus Material:

The merry-go-round/centrifuge

"You bore me, Barnebey"

The games, snacks, other snacks, dranks, gummy snacks, other dranks, ROBO-Rally(!), microwaved s'mores. 

What ist this? Still unsatisfied? Well my goodness, to that I say, LOOK AT THESE BONUS JUMP SHOTS.

The Cabin Sway

Sway in the evening, time for a Yuengling.
Sway in the morning, points in the making.

Mountain Mamas in Flight

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When 2010 was just around the corner we took the opportunity to get ourselves out of Dodge—and into a weekend of homemade log cabin lounging. 

Supplies needed:

1 homemade cabin

5 99¢ pizzas

3 cameras

7 people

1 typewriter

Games were played, dranks were drank, and Kumbaya was sung by two men with their eyes closed; all before our first proximity alarm went off. Luckily it was just an 11 minute warning, which gave us plenty of time to prepare for midnight. Per Katie's request, we then put everything else into fast-motion. By the time '010 rolled in we were knee deep in champagne, and pictures of champagne.

Soon after, I was knee deep in snow, which is a nice way to start any year. Then I decided to leave my camera in my left angel-hole over night. I know waking up New Year's morning without a camera seems like something I would have done already, but I don't think it was. Whitney experiences losing a camera in a novel way—Oh Ten! 


It was a bittersweet moment when I spotted it still sitting in my angel sometime the  next afternoon; saying goodbye can be so hard. But it turned out to be a classic win-win-win situation when it came back on: I won, my camera won, and the succeeding jumpshots definitely won!

Capping off the night at Hammertime, Crandon, WI's premier sports bar LLC, was the only thing left to do. So we did. And by capping I mean drinking beers out of caps. And dancing the polka to that AC/DC classic, Highway To Hell.

Rating: 9 Ws, out of a possible 10 Ws