Norma and George, who manage The Wildernest Inn possess a deep love of food. Melvin had the chicken for dinner (being vegetarian, and hating fowl, I opted out), and described it as being the best chicken breast he had ever had. They were also a most obviously gay-friendly establishment, having a gay son. With them, you hadn't a sense that they merely wanted your money; they truly enjoyed their work, and seemed to enjoy the company we kept.
We also met a lesbian couple there, but sadly I never had the chance to take any pictures of them. We ate dinner and breakfast together, enjoying good conversation and cheer.
Another picture I failed to take would have offered an example of West Virginian art, the likes of which John Waters would have died for. Imagine one of those nasty green Streamline-style trailers with a window in the back, with a rust-red shack appended to the side of it. One truly needed to see it to believe it, but helas, I failed to deliver.
Of course, Melvin and I so enjoyed the place, we returned returned!