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"Sheer unabashed delight!"

**This is one of those posts that should have been posted in June... but for some reason reverted to draft instead.  I just happened to catch it while I was looking at my index of posts.  Ugh.

Anyway... back to "sheer unabashed delight!"

Is EXACTLY how I'd describe the last week of my life....

It began with The Lovely Barbara coming for a stay.  This always means lots of take-out from fun restaurants and Downton Abbey.

While she was here we also spent a day in McCall.... GREAT time!  This always includes walks/hikes by the lake, wandering in and out of small shops, a caramel apple, a drive through Ponderosa State Park, eating at one of the towns original eateries (some time I'll write about last October when she and I ate dinner at The Brewery.... :-||| )... and this trip we decided to take a quick side jaunt to a historic little town called Roseberry... TOTALLY cool!  Someday soon I'm going back after I've done my homework and learned more about the history of it.... at least more than just trying to read about it on my phone by the side of the road.  There are also 4 little old cemeteries up in that area I'd love to explore.  LOVE old cemeteries... cue 'Zoe's Gift' (and not the nearly porno version in some female mating series... the LDS one by Leslie Beaton Hedley)... speaking of which, I really need (and want) to read it again for the bazillionth time.

http://roseberrygeneralstore.com/

Our day...


Lunch at the Lardo Grill and Saloon (their trout mailbox)


Payette Lake


Stately Ponderosa Pines


General Store, Roseberry


Log cabins


Old homestead


First Presbyterian Church


Seminary graduation... =)


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