Remind us to tell you what happened when...

"Hey Eva, do we go east or west here?"
"Just stay on Route 29."
"There is no Route 29."
"Shoot."

Thus began Eva and Erin's grand adventure. We have agreed that it would be fine with us if Lynchburg fell off the map (no offense to the helpful residents of Lynchburg...or Belford).

Don't look those up in comparison to Route 29. I will tell you. They are on either side, encompassing quite a bit of out of the way driving, inersection stalling, and downpour impeeded driving. It all makes you a better person, right?

Rocky starts notwitstanding, we made it to the Ramish lakefront paradise. We were introduced to "The Boys," the sweetest set of Golden Retrievers I've known, Jackson and Jefferson. Then we were shown to seperate guest rooms, each of which could easily have held the entirety of my car in the driveway below carrying all my worldly possessions.

A great night's sleep later, Buch cooked us a breakfast to rival the greatest diners. We had a peaceful paddle around Morning Lake and claimed dock-side chairs that have held many a Potomac Hills buttocks before ours'.

As far as ratings go, we give The Rambish Bed and Breakfast every available star and then some.

After a quick return trip for a fogotten bag, we made up for the strenuous driving last night by only venuring three hours today. Our next connect the dot visit was to Sophie and Kay Dillard, from whose adorable, 50s style home in the Atlanta suburbs I'm typing this now. The fold out couch one room away is a bit too much of a temtation at the moment, so I'll leave you all with this for now:

Random Trip Fact:

Certain Flying J gas stations sell decorative air pressure valve caps. Not regular ones. Sometimes you have to buy and rock them on your car because when you stop to check your air pressure you notice you have three valve caps for four tires.