Our vacation began the morning after Margaret's wedding. We stayed in Indy that night at a relative's in order to cut out a couple of hours from our drive to South Carolina. We might have gotten 6 hours of sleep. It's debatable.
Nevertheless, this is the chronicle of our trip.
The early morning journey begins, obviously I'm thrilled.
Why is he always so happy?
Second night at the beach called for a Burger and fresh veggie feast.
Kyle makes the best burgers. Leslie, the best veggies. Calli and I helped.
It was Tommy & Tracy's evening to relax and wait for the food.
Such gracious hosts.
The next series of photos are from a crabbing venture we undertook.
The first is a photo op of a new Emo group.
Any good name suggestions for them?
I'm sorry, is Leslie's head attached to that chunk of raw meat on the end of that hook?
Success! 1 Crab.
This is how nearly all of my attempts to get a picture of Kyle turn out.
The man cannot be serious.
Leslie, very seriously crabbing.
She's so happy because she's losing so badly.
He still doesn't understand that you just don't mess with her.
Yay for sunshine!
I was very excited for a real tan, for beaches, and for escaping Indiana for a while.
We managed to get up for a sunrise one morning.
Unfortunately, it had rained all night, so it wasn't as spectacular as it could have been without the clouds.
It was still very pretty.
Plus, we found tons of creepy crawlies and scary things on the beach that made me not want to get in the water anymore. Like two dozen jellies.
This guy turned around as I snapped a second photo of him fishing in the early morning. Made for an awkward moment. At least this picture turned out well.
Finally, a truly rare moment when I'll let the world see me in my glasses. Our sunrise adventure requried my glasses. I think we both look a little tired here.
And that's the extent of the photojournalistic efforts of our beach trip.
We returned well rested, though hardly ready to face the next two insane weeks that have now zapped us of all the rested progress we'd made. Oh well. Such is life. :o)
I used to be good at this. Not anymore. What happened? I cannot tell you. Except that perhaps my need for self expression is now fulfilled in a new context...I finally have someone to talk to every single day. Wow. That's new. And it's someone I want to talk to. Even better. [Think crazy house from 2006.]
I have some pictures from vacation, some from Margaret's wedding, and maybe a couple from before that. Figured I should post them.
This picture is from July, but I love it and just had to post it.
Some family shots. Obviously missing some important players:
Leslie, Mom, & Dad, as well as Franz.
Brian and Clayton, telling me a joke.
Sisters of the Bride. The oldest Judd sisters.
The happily wedded couple. How cute are they?
Katie really, really wanted to dance with Kyle. In fact, she was almost reduced to tears because he didn't hear her request at first. He did dance with her, of course, when he heard her after we'd changed from our appropriate wedding attire. "But Katie, how are we supposed to dance," he asked. "However you want, silly," was her reply.
Alas, I forgot my camera-computer cord, to upload pictures while we are here in South Carolina. Shoot.
But I must say that the 12 1/2 hour drive down has been completely worth this...100% clear blue skies (until a thunderstorm sprang up last evening, when we were already inside making dinner). The beach was busy over the weekend, but yesterday was much less so. There are also colorful people to people-watch and strange tides to fight against whilst walking in the water. Typical to me, I've started a shell stash. I can't help myself (though perhaps I should seek intervention); I love finding shells.
Tommy, Tracy, and Calli were here with us three stooges for Saturday evening-Tuesday morning. Then Leslie, along with the Edwards gang, headed back up to NC, while Kyle and stayed here at the most relaxing and delightful beach cottage known to man. He asked last night if we could buy it and move here. It would be nice.
But nothing about this is realistic. Beach for hours a day. Sleeping for 11 and 12 hours a night. (Seriously...we have been, and it's been wonderful.)
But isn't that what vacation is supposed to be about? Escaping reality? And we are, quite well, thank you.
Hop you all back home are doing well. :o)
The early morning journey begins, obviously I'm thrilled.
It was Tommy & Tracy's evening to relax and wait for the food.
I'm sorry, is Leslie's head attached to that chunk of raw meat on the end of that hook?
Success! 1 Crab.
This is how nearly all of my attempts to get a picture of Kyle turn out.
Leslie, very seriously crabbing.
She's so happy because she's losing so badly.
Yay for sunshine!
Plus, we found tons of creepy crawlies and scary things on the beach that made me not want to get in the water anymore. Like two dozen jellies.
This guy turned around as I snapped a second photo of him fishing in the early morning. Made for an awkward moment. At least this picture turned out well.
Finally, a truly rare moment when I'll let the world see me in my glasses. Our sunrise adventure requried my glasses. I think we both look a little tired here.
