Virginia Shur Is Purty, Ain't It?

I've been here less than a month, and I think I'm inadvertantly starting to pick up a drawl already. Oh dear. That means I'm on pace to be driving a beat up old pick-up truck with a confederate flag in the back window by December. I'll do my best to fight the good fight and continue sounding like a decent Arizonnesota resident, but it's going to be hard. I actually noticed my insidiously developing southern accent during a weekend hike. Our group came to a lovely waterfall sheeting over a soft green mossy bluff, and what I meant to say was something along the lines of, "Wow, what a beautiful waterfall." Sadly, I'm afraid that what actually came out of my mouth was, "That shur is purty." But it's just as true either way you say it: Virginia is an unbelievably pretty place to live. Here are some pictures from the hike, including the "purty" waterfall, and also the much bigger and badder waterfall at the end of the trail. The pool at its base is a great swimming hole (as evidenced by the wee little fleshy blobs you see in the last photo, each of which is an over-sunburned, under-clothed local out for a swim).