On the next day of vacation (sorry, I meant for these to be daily posts but got sidetracked), Mom, Lindsey, Liam, and I traveled back down the mountain highway to Lewisburg.  If you ever have a chance to go to Lewisburg, go.  It’s a great, funky little town that has way more than you would ever expect a tiny town in the middle of nowhere West Virginia to have.  Lots of antiques, art galleries, and one of a kind boutiques.  Before we made it to Lewisburg, we stopped at Beartown Park.  It’s supposed to have really cool rock formations but we couldn’t make it through the walkway because a rock had fallen and crushed the walkway.  We were also the only people at the park.  It was very chilly and had a horror movie feel to it.  Unwilling to go shopping, the boys spent the time in the river fishing and kayaking. 

The only shot of Beartown.

Doug fishing.

Vacation knitting:
I was knitting away on the body of the French Market Bag.  When we first got to Lewisburg, I was immediately distracted by the sight of drop spindles in a shop window.  It was a weird shop with yarn, roving, and spinning supplies right next to new age healing supplies and a hair salon.  All together in one space.  Odd.  I bought the requisite souvenir yarn and a book for Liam called Martha Moth Makes Socks.  It’s a very cute book.