from the birthplace of The Butcher

shameless selfies at the river engorged

Zoey hasn’t been able to stop talking about “the woods” and “the fishies” and “the snakes” and “the fucks” (don’t worry: she means frogs) since our exploratory excursion at Keehner Park on Monday. She shrieked in joy when we told her we were going to a different woods, and she could hardly sit still as we made our way to the riverfront park in New Richmond. Last week’s torrential rains have swollen the river, and the park was closed since the roads have been washed out. I decided we mustn’t waste a trip, so we continued east until we came to Point Pleasant, the birthplace of THE Ulysses S. Grant (a.k.a. “The Butcher”). We toured the town, explored the flooded rest stop flanking his homestead, and tried to tour the museum but the curator was “out on lunch.” I even stopped and picked up some backwoods because if you’re going to be lurking about around Grant’s homestead, it does not do to do so without a cigar clenched between your teeth. Despite the overcast skies and dreariness of the river’s flooding, I was able to capture a couple decent pictures of our excursion:

After church this coming Sunday, we’re taking the girls to Spring Grove Cemetery after church. Hot Sauce Waugh frequents it often, posting pictures on Instagram. I’ve never been, but his finesse at capturing great shots make me think it’s worth a little exploration. Ashley suggested we check out Shawnee Lookout Friday morning while Chloe’s in school. Really, I think she wants to find some arrowheads; she’s been talking about them non-stop lately. Maybe it’s because she watched Pocahontas? Pocahontas, ironically, is an Algonquian nickname that means “the little hellion,” and we’ve outsourced the name to none other than the devilish beast below: