After 43 days, we finally decided to head back down south.
Packed to the gills.
We stopped in West Virginia to see Aunt Joann and Uncle Dean. Then, while the kids were fishing and Aunt Sonya's house, we snuck up to the top of the mountain to admire Grandpa's view.
We spent the night with Aunt Lillie, who always takes good care of us and makes sure June and Georgie have plenty of costume jewelry.
Though I don't think she was sad to see us go.
It's a harsh reality going back home after 6 weeks of fun and spoiling. Poor Beatrice felt it most of all.
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