Please just $3 more17 October 2010

Seven years ago Mogos and I took a long trip through Virginia and the surrounding environs. As we slowly inched north, we spent a night in a nondescript campground in Kentucky (painfully) named Twin Knobs. We pulled in late at night, and desperate for a place to crash, picked the first empty site we found, shoved some money in the donation box, and passed out. We woke the next morning to find, much to our delight, that we were married that night.



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