The Vacation Pictures.

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)