The James River. I love the idea that we live so close to it. After 10 years, it still gives me a thrill when I drive up I-81 and cross it. I think of the history, of Jamestown, of John Smith, and all of that. It's thrilling to be so close to that history ("so close" being relative, as we're at the other end of the state, but still!).
Last summer, Holly, Trevor, and I went tubing here, and we've been looking forward to doing it again this year.
Gorgeous day
Outside temp at 91, water temp in the mid 80s
Last time, Trevor happily floated ahead of us. He had planned to do the same this time and then abruptly changed his mind.
So the three of us tethered together, and when we did a second run, we stayed together again. It was SO wonderful to just float down the river, no outside distractions, just happily chatting about stuff.
After watching Holly and I flail the first time at getting on our tubes, Trevor took charge on the second run. He held our stuff while we boarded, and when we were ready, he pushed us off. Took us about ten minutes less, haha.
The river seemed a bit slower this year than last--not a complaint at all, just an observation. Gosh, it was a great time. When we were done, we walked a block away to the swinging bridge, apparently a big attraction in Buchanan*. It holds a max of three people at a time, and we walked across. Nothing spectacular, but a nice way to see the James from a different perspective.
*Buchanan. One of those Virginia oddities, with the unexpected pronunciation of "Buh-cannon." No, it's not a southern drawl, that's just how it's said, and you can Google it. Haha.
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