Russell and I visited Asheville June 16th-18th and stayed on a great cabin along the French Broad River. We both attempted some fishing but the fish were as lazy about biting as we were about casting our lines. Directly across the river from our cabin was the Biltmore House property and we discussed swimming the river and raiding the mansion for loot!
The French Broad lives up to its name and broadly careens through the valleys of the Blue Ridge Mountains. It is one of the oldest rivers in the world, second only to the Nile River and the New River - which is also in North Carolina. Russell and I just canoed 10 miles of the New River about a month ago and now we can claim we have "mastered" the oldest rivers in the world!

Russell has finally started work at the investment bank after about a month and a half of restlessness, running errands for me, and relaxing! I miss him already even though I am busy at work too - but its the concept that he is no longer going to be waiting at home when I walk in the door.
I was told by the wife of an associate at the bank that I will get used to the loneliness and eventually I will fall into a routine that is only disrupted when Russell is actually home. I'll just have to take her word for it because right now it all seems strange and slightly frightening.