An intro. I hope to have more thoughts (and pics) in the coming days and weeks. But I couldn't resist these. Most are of my always awesome family. The last one is, well, a pic I'm proud of as I caught the exact second of ignition of a revolutionary mortar. Others will follow as I unpack a few things that made this the best of trips, and the worst of trips. And a stunning realization of just how true is the adage that America, as well as the Christian West, may well passed their better days.
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| The family, coming through a trail from the Jamestown Glasshouse (which was out of commission, alas) |
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| Our youngest dons a vintage helm much like his oldest brothers did when they were that age |
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| Our oldest, his hair tossed about in the breeze, contemplates something |
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| Our ninth grader, in a perpetual growth spurt, looks over the side of a replica of the Susan Constance |
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| Our eighth grader, striking an unusually pensive pose overlooking the James River |
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| He carries a stick, and isn't afraid to use it - peers be warned |
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| The oldest three, they've been through a lot together and despite it all, remain (for the most part) close |
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| World's cutest wife with two of the boys, who seem to be wrestling with 18th century fashion |
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| Usually I'm the picture taker, but every now and then one gets by me |
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| Awesome, what can I say |
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