Attending an Art Fair in my 40s vs 20s

It’s fall in Savannah, which means on any given weekend there are approximately 43 events overlapping and luring you outdoors to enjoy the fall weather. Fall festivals, corn mazes, hay rides, pumpkin farm tours, art festivals, music festivals, food festivals, film festivals…I could go on and on and on.

So on a recent Saturday, we decided to get off-island and take in some of the mainland cultural activities going on, one of which was the Isle of Hope Art Festival. When we lived in KC, I loved going to the annual Plaza Art Fair. We would make a day (and sometimes night) of it, taking in all of the wonderful artwork in a multitude of media, while stuffing ourselves at the food booths of favorite local restaurants to the background sounds of various musical acts on stage. It was the place to see and be seen. I even got to help on the artist selection panel one year as a result of my roles at the Nelson-Atkins Museum of Art and the Sprint World HQ private art collection. It was such fun flitting from booth to booth, cooly sipping our Boulevard craft beers before craft beer was cool. I once had the opportunity to judge the Brookside Art Fair and was so delighted with the funny photographs of one artist that I bought a piece which still hangs in our house so many years later (and still delights me). The Plaza Art Fair was usually the weekend closest to my birthday, so I frequently indulged in a little “to me, for me, from me” purchase as well.

Going to an art fair with a 10 year-old in tow was vastly different than my golden memories of years past. Pretty much all he wanted to do was buy cookies from the one booth selling them. He lit up at the food trucks, especially Kona Ice, but since we had literally just come from eating breakfast out, there was no “need” for a snow cone at 11 am. We zipped through the fair which was laid out over several blocks between the marina and a small park, visiting with the few artists we knew exhibiting like Kurtis Schumm, Jill Ferree, and Jim Marsh. There were quite a few marsh landscapes that I loved the way the artist captured the light, and one mixed media that had a great low country boil piece with metal cut-outs from Old Bay and Coca-Cola cans among other things. But paying hundreds (if not thousands!) for a piece of artwork when we don’t even have any wall space available to hang something new was just not meant to be. We stopped to listen to the band just long enough for Tyler to get a quick video clip of them before Jack starting dragging us on.

From Jack’s perspective, there were a ton of people with dogs (and puppies!) in tow, so he was happy to work his way through the crowd politely asking strangers if he could pet their dogs. If our mission was to get out the house for a little while and soak up some culture and fresh air, I guess we accomplished it after all.

duncan Duncan Takes A Break by Kip Holm

Stepping Back in Time on Daufuskie Island

At the start of 2015, I made a list of things I wanted to do and see as my resolutions. I’ve achieved about 75% of them to date, the latest of which was our trip to Daufuskie Island, SC.

It’s actually a bigger island than Tybee, but with about 200 full-time residents and accessible only by boat, it’s a whole ‘nother world over there. The weekend we planned to go, hurricane Joaquin was starting to look like it might glance our area of the coast. My sweet sister-in-law texted me to offer their Charlotte-area home as a haven in the storm if we needed to evacuate. I responded that we were headed to an island completely cut off from the mainland with no grocery store, so I was sure we’d be fine (sarcasm implied).

If you don’t have a boat (we don’t, but if you’re reading this post and you do, I’d love to be friends and go for a boat ride!), getting to Daufuskie is actually kinda hard. I had heard that the Westin Hotel had a ferry service, but after speaking to the concierge, realized it was a reciprocal hotel service offered only to people staying at the Bloody Point resort. She suggested that I call the resort directly but their response was also that the ferry was limited to their guests. There is a ferry service out of Hilton Head, but driving all the way there to catch a boat seemed crazy. The closest charter I found was out of Bluffton, SC, and he quoted me $150 for the three of us to go over on Friday and pick us up again on Sunday. Again, driving there seemed to defeat the purpose of needing a boat ride! Luckily, some friends who happen to own a marina said they’d give us a lift.

That Friday dawned as the first real cool day we’d had, so we bundled up for the boat ride over, which would take between 45 minutes and an hour.

ready to go Jack is always up for an adventure!

krypto on the boat   As usual, Krypto not so much into adventure.

It was cloudy and threatening to rain, but we made it over without any precipitation. We were staying at a house on the back of the island with its own dock, just behind Marshside Mama’s and the public dock. Our captain expertly tied up and helped us disembark with our stuff, the majority of which was food b/c there is no grocery store so we had to pack 3 days’ worth of booze meals. Fortunately, one of my brothers had just sent me a selection from Omaha Steaks for my birthday, so we had plenty of meaty deliciousness for the trip. Of course our captain knew the home’s owner and showed us right to it. It was a charming cottage that at one point had been the island’s post office!

hightide Looking out at the dock.

It was still pretty early when we got settled in…a perfect opportunity for a nap while the rain finally started in earnest. We enjoyed a lazy day of watching dvds, playing cards, and exploring our immediate surroundings (with the added bonus of day drinking because we walked everywhere!), including the little playground next door at Marshside Mama’s. Much to Jack’s (ok, and mine) delight, they had an old-school, metal merry-go-round like those from the days of my youth that I thought had more or less been outlawed by the playground safety police.                              zipline_merry-go-round                                                          (image found online, not a pic of actual one we played on)

Vacationing with Tyler Rule # 31, if you see a historical sign, pose with it for picture:


Jack looks like he is practicing his Abercrombie & Fitch catalog pose

This was a little raised oyster shell area just off the boat launch. If you look closely, you can see two horseshoe crabs mating in the surf, so technically, Jack was still getting some maritime education despite skipping a school day.


On Saturday, Tyler called around to rent a golf cart. One place answered that they didn’t have any left and suggested (who else?) Bloody Point. The gal, Brandy, was even nice enough to offer to pick Tyler up when she was out and about later (Tyler did not take my advice to thank her by saying she was a “fine girl.”). That’s on par with Tybee randomium levels in my book. Since she wasn’t really an ax murderer, Tyler returned a little later and we had the afternoon to explore the island by golf cart.

golfcart                                                                         Added to the list of modes of transportation that Krypto doesn’t like: golf carts. 

Despite the numerous signs posted prohibiting non-licensed drivers of golf carts, we let Jack take a turn driving and he loved it.

In addition to the island’s natural beauty, there is really quite a bit to see, from cemeteries and tabby ruins to a winery and a surprisingly large community garden with cows, chickens, goats, and more. 

The winery did not appear to be open.

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We stopped at the main stretch of beach, with seafoam spray and huge homes reminiscent of the California coastline (except these millionaires also have minions to grocery shop by boat to Hilton Head!).

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We popped into the Freeport Marina for cokes and poked around at the general store. I discovered that they do have a liquor store on the island, so I was relieved on behalf of the residents. It’s a tiny little cottage with steps, which made me think perhaps an ADA-compliance lawsuit would be in order and I could retire rich and get some grocery-shopping minions of my own.

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The Old Daufuskie Crab Company is in the same vicinity and we decided to stop for a bite to eat. There were a bunch of fraternity brahs playing beer pong in the rain by the tiki hut bar and a big sign saying “no dogs allowed inside,” but because no one else was eating there Krypto is so cute, the manager allowed us to sit inside.

crab co Brahs to the left, outside camera view.

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They had some cool artifacts on display from Daufuskie’s hey dey as an oyster harvesting community.


I’m pretty sure every state in the US has a city named Marion…Daufuskie even has streets named after us!


Saturday night, Tyler and I ducked out to Marshside Mama’s for a beer. Good times!

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dock Enjoying the view from the dock.

20151004_113507 The road near our cottage.

This sign just made me laugh.


All in all, it was a great weekend. When you live somewhere that throws a parade almost every other weekend, sometimes it’s nice to go somewhere super laid back. Getting away helped me better appreciate what we do have, like an amazing elementary school, a bridge (albeit prone to accidents and closures), a grocery store, and ADA-accessible liquor stores.

I’ve had quinoa in my pantry for almost a year and finally used it!

So, about a year ago, I decided to be super-efficient and organized and attacked monthly meal planning with a vengeance (by which I mean I dedicated a Pinterest board to recipes, made detailed grocery lists broken down by week, and was feeling so good about myself that I even created a 2nd Pinterest board for recipes I tried and liked because that’s way easier than just deleting pins that sucked, right?).

I had been reading so much about kale, quinoa, and their other super hero food friends, that I felt I must be missing out on something by not immediately adding them into our dinner rotation. The first week of meal plan implementation had several hiccups in that one or both of us had a meeting or event to attend that conflicted with dinner so the grand meal was foregone in favor of leftovers or pizza or something not on the insanely detailed master menu (in my case, usually a bowl of cereal). And then when I never got around to leaving the island on the weekend to go grocery shopping for week 2, well, it all just went to hell rather quickly from there as many of my pet projects tend to do.

So here we are almost a year later and I still had an unopened bag of quinoa in the pantry that I, in a moment of couponing-be-damned freedom spent $7 on (in my defense, I wasn’t fiscally reckless enough to justify the cost of organic quinoa). I decided to go back to my original Pinterest recipe for quinoa enchilada casserole (compliments of and give it a try. Although the cooking directions on the package suggested that I wash and strain the quinoa before cooking, I was having none of that busy work and just tossed a cup into a pot with 2 cups of water. Quinoa cooks pretty much like couscous and rice, with a 2:1 water to grain ratio and you let it all boil and then simmer covered and fluff. Super easy!

20151007_174540_HDR Ta-da! Cooked and fluffed. 

I harvested the last of our amazing chili pepper crop from the back yard, in a variety of shades from green to yellow to red and substituted them for the canned chiles in the original recipe. 

20151007_174544_HDR Paper plates make great cutting boards!

I added some garlic salt, chopped onions, and the rest of the suggested ingredients. Because Ty is a smart man and would quickly realize that this is a vegetarian recipe and immediately protest, I went ahead and added some shredded chicken to the mix.

When Tyler and I lived in KC many moons ago and were not yet parents but just a couple of carefree kids with plenty of disposable income and free time, we used to do things like go to the symphony, art fundraisers, the opera (ok, the opera was my 31st bday present to myself but we all got so hammered at the Young Friends of the Opera pre-party that we never made it to the performance-yes, even dressed the nines, we were classy like that), and book signings (yes, I also used to buy books as opposed to just checking them out from the library, life is funny like that).

On one particular occasion, my mom was visiting from out of town and I had purchased tickets for a book signing event with Anne Byrn, the so-called “Cake-Mix Doctor,” whose cook book for doctoring boxed cake mixes literally changed my mom’s life. Growing up, we never had a single homemade baked good in my home. Birthdays were a time for Pepperidge Farm cakes from the store (and usually a giant taper candle from the mantle to blow out–why waste money on cake-sized candles? It’s not like you had a year to plan for the occasion or anything).

pepperidge farm cake

Holidays like Thanksgiving and Christmas meant French Silk and Banana Cream pies from Baker’s Square (admittedly, not a bad thing. I wish we had a similar place in Savannah). Mom’s specialties were fudge and rosettes (most of which were given away; again, not a bad thing. Rosettes are like fried dough with powdered sugar, which in the case of beignets is a good thing, but in the case of rosettes, not so much) but never did we enjoy a home-baked cake within the walls of 1531 King George Court. Imagine my surprise decades later when my mom proceeded to detail all of the cakes she had baked for any and every excuse under the sun based on her new cake bible. But I digress. Anne Byrn wrote a second cook book called the Dinner Doctor, which is the book signing mom and I went to. This book taught me how to poach and shred chicken for a plethora of recipes and it changed my life (or at least the way I cook chicken most of the time). So, long story long, I poached and shredded some chicken and added it to this otherwise vegetarian dish.

20151007_180450_HDR Mixin’ it all together…

20151007_182718_HDR  Puttin’ it in the pan…

Then I gratuitously sprinkled way more cheese than the recipe called for and baked it…I skipped the suggested mozzarella and stuck with just cheddar plus a liberal sprinkling of parmesan on top.

20151007_192211_HDR  mmm…cheesy goodness!

Final verdict? It was really delicious (and even better as leftovers for lunch today!), but after cooking and serving it up, I realized that I forgot to include the chopped cilantro (I blame the distraction of cooking/adding chicken), which I do think would have added a unique zip to the dish.

Tyler pronounced it a winner, noting that the “one thing that would really complement the flavors is diced avocado.” Because of course I forgot the frickin’ avocado (along with the cilantro, both of which were still on the counter). No Kitchen MacGyver points awarded but I highly recommend the recipe nonetheless.

Winner Winner, Chicken Dinner

So if you’re read any of my previous blog posts, you may notice a trend that I like to cook and by cook I mean follow a recipe. We went to lunch recently at a Mongolian Grill-type place where you pick your own meats, veggies, and even spices and they cook it up before your very eyes. Way too much pressure for me with no suggested recipes to follow! So I am an average cook who doesn’t like surprises and is not much for experimenting or going beyond what the recipe calls for. My husband, Tyler, aka Kitchen MacGyver, is always whipping up something fabulous and then demurring, “I’m sure you would have come up with something similar.” Yes, in the same ways that monkeys left alone with a typewriter might eventually re-create the complete works of Shakespeare.

So, imagine my delight last night when I actually surveyed our available in-house edibles and improvised to come up with something amazing! Here is a picture of it…we both had seconds and I put the little bit of leftovers up for today’s lunch but Ty ate it as a midnight snack, which I take as a compliment! It was a simple chicken and rice casserole, but read on to see how I jazzed it up.


Super Fly Yard Bird and Rice Casserole

  • 2 diced chicken breasts (I always use slightly frozen as I find them easier to slice and dice)
  • 2 cans cream of mushroom soup
  • 1 cup of milk (the 1/2 gallon remaining in our fridge expired weeks ago–note to self, clean out fridge–so I used the powdered milk that Ty insists on keeping on hand for hurricanes, zombie apocalypse, etc. Yay for being prepared for an emergency, like not having fresh milk!)
  • 1/4 cup to 1/2 cup of frozen spinach (just happened to find a smidge leftover in the freezer and figured greens are always good)
  • 1 cup rice (I used quick-cook kind)
  • 1 teaspoon of garlic salt
  • 1 teaspoon of nutmeg
  • 1/4 to 1/2 cup of parmesan cheese (I used the former because it was all that was left in the can, usually I follow the motto “you can never use too much cheese”)

Mix everything together in one bowl, then pour into a casserole dish sprayed with non-stick spray. I baked it for about an hour and 15 minutes at 350 degrees and when Ty came home, he sprinkled some breadcrumbs on top and cooked for another 10-15 minutes. The perfect finishing touch that I would’ve never in a million years eventually thought of.

Bon Appetit–let me know if you try it and like it!

A Taste of Summer: Blueberries

As much as I love my Jiffy mix blueberry muffins in a pinch, there’s nothing like fresh blueberries, and when we pick them ourselves, they are even sweeter! We made our 4th annual blueberry picking pilgrimage about an hour north of here. It’s a sprawling tract of land that was once upon a time an actual blueberry farm and now it’s just there for the picking (if you know where it is and when to go).

It had rained torrentially the night before, so we slogged through some pretty big puddles (ATVs are the preferred method of transport in this particular area), and even stumbled across a snake in the path (I managed to keep my cool and not scream like the scared-of-snakes-girl that I am) before arriving at the vast expanse of row after row of towering, beautiful blueberry bushes. The first time we went picking, I had never even seen a blueberry bush, so as we made our way down the path and saw a few straggler volunteer plants, we disappointedly assumed that was all there was until we realized that we were idiot city slickers who just hadn’t walked far enough yet to find blueberry nirvana.

We have learned from previous adventures to go early to avoid the relentless southern summer heat; to wear plenty of bug spray (tried the wrist band thingies this time and I thought they worked amazingly well, which is saying a lot b/c I am usually pretty good bug biting material); and to bring a biiiig bucket to fill. I had a huge stainless steel bowl and enjoyed the metallic zing of the first few berries plopped into it. This year, we left with a 6 gallon bucket almost filled to the brim! Then we took them all home, rinsed and cleaned them, froze them in a single row on trays (less clumping, hat tip to Martha Stewart for the trick), and then transferred them to freezer zip lock bags so we can enjoy them all year long. Of course, there’s a huge container of fresh berries in the fridge and I have been enjoying yogurt parfaits, delicious desserts, and even sprinkling them into cocktails (so healthy!).

Behold the beauty of berries in the wild!

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Behold the beauty of berries that will eventually be in my belly!

blueberry jackpot

Jack surveys the low-hanging fruit; yes we were all sweaty, but the bushes also continued to “rain” on us since they were still wet from a recent storm.

judging the berries

Our picking crew: minions and a tall guy always come in handy (bonus that the tall guy went first and walked headlong into a gigantic banana spider web instead of me!!).

sweaty blueberry pickers sweaty blueberry pickers2

By this point, we had all eaten at least half of what we collected (one for you, two for me…).

Here is a pic of my go-to blueberry cobbler recipe from my dog-earred copy of Mark Bittman’s How to Cook Everything. It’s also great with blackberries.

Mmmmm….sugared berries…


Ok, I realize that this looks like chicken tenders on top, but it’s actually dollops of dough. I was so excited to eat this that I forgot to take any pix of the finished product, but trust me, it was amazing, especially hot out of the oven and with vanilla ice cream!

Here’s a link to the ridiculously-easy recipe if you want to try it yourself!


Summer as a Verb

Earlier this summer, we traveled to Newport, RI, to visit several of Ty’s family members (brother/wife/kids and brother/new wife we hadn’t yet met/kids). Since Jack is an only child and the youngest of most of his cousins, I always love an opportunity for him to experience extended family. I had never been to Newport, but given a lottery windfall, could absolutely imagine us spending the summer months there. I dare say that I could even become someone who uses the word summer as a verb (e.g., thrown nonchalantly into conversation at any opportunity, “Well, you know we summer in Newport…we love getting away from the tourists, humidity, and gnats on Tybee.”). If it’s good enough for Family Guy, it’s good enough for me!

For some crazy reason whereby we try to recreate experiences from our own childhoods in case Jack doesn’t have enough reason for therapy later in life, we decided to drive from Tybee to Newport. Family road trip! What could be more timeless and memorable? 1000 miles? 15 hours? Sign me up! We left around 6 pm and it only took about an hour before we got a call from the pet-sitter that our Houdini dog had escaped from the yard in the pouring rain. Yay!

However, the rest of the trip went smoothly. Here is a re-counting of our trip via various photos…I double dog dare you not to want to make some summer memories of your own there!

Of course, we had to make a stop at South of the Border. They closed at 10 and we got there at about 9:52 pm. Enough time for a quick potty break and hurried purchase of a wooden yo-yo and giant sombrero for Jack. I loved that a scene from East Bound and Down was filmed at SOTB!

Yo-yo pictured below:


We drove through the night (read: Tyler drove while Jack and I slept) and by the time we were in NY, it was my turn to drive, which explains why we have a picture of the NYC skyline that Ty was able to take.

NYC out the window

I even drove us across the George Washington Bridge (GWB for those of us who’re NY natives) and got us through the bumper-to-bumper traffic. Thank God for the lower bridge level as I would’ve seriously had a heart attack driving over the upper level due to my fear of heights. Most obvious takeaway of the interstate system there vs. in the south: the ratio of toll roads to horrible road conditions was crazy…what are they doing with those funds? Obviously just paying workers to close lanes with orange cones but not actually fix any potholes. Hat tip to the best bumper sticker spotted in traffic: B.O. Stinks!


We finally rolled into town in the afternoon and decided to stop for a late lunch before meeting up with the family. Tyler is the world’s best navigator…basically if he has been some place one time, he will know his way around there for the rest of his life, and Newport was no exception. He expertly steered us to the charming downtown, where our dining consensus was Panera. Tyler ordered the lobster roll (which, incidentally, is NOT on the menu at Savannah area Paneras; when in Rome, I guess) and it was a thing of beauty!

IMG_0385 Just look at that whole claw!! 

The dressing was light and lemony, not laden in mayo. I could maybe even learn to eat lobster rolls whilst summering here forever more. 

We passed a kiosk selling Black Dog wares and decided to replace the adorable souvenir shirt Jack had from our trip to Martha’s Vineyard when he was a toddler (maybe it makes more sense to say that he was adorable in it rather than that a grey t-shirt was adorable?!). His tastes are more sophisticated these days, so naturally he went right for the spiral tie-dye. This picture below was taken later in our trip, and you can see perhaps the only time that Maddy the dog was tuckered out.

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Once we were all settled into Tyler’s brother and sister-in-law’s beautifully quintessential Newport home, complete with the perfect front porch for enjoying the perfect weather, we visited and caught up for a bit before heading out to dinner with Jack’s three adult cousins (Ryan, Dylan, and Jordan) in tow, who couldn’t have been sweeter to him. We had an amazing dinner at a favorite place of our hosts and Jack couldn’t wait to ride home separately with his cousins and learn some of their skateboarding tips.

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Unfortunately for Jack, he inherited his mother’s sense of balance and utter lack of grace. 

We adults took the scenic route home, stopping to take in the beautiful view.

taking our purses to the beach

You never know when you’ll need your purse while out climbing sea rocks!

purse on the rocks

See, Jill’s showing off her purse, too!


Shane is really a nice guy even though it appears he is letting Jill slide down the rocks unassisted…

We arrived home to Dylan saying, “Mom, don’t be mad…” and Ryan jumping in with “He needs to go to the ER!” Apparently, Dylan took a pretty sweet spill on the skate board and busted his head open. Although he demurred any need for medical attention, Shane insisted and Dylan ended up with 12 staples in his head! Good teachable moment for Jack: always wear your helmet!

After that excitement, we crashed hard and fell into a wonderfully soft bed, lulled to sleep by a combination of sheer exhaustion and being able to sleep with the windows open-heavenly!

The next day dawned beautiful, cool, and most importantly, humidity-free. Here is a pic of the rarely-seen-in-nature-with-her-hair-down creature known as me (note the boy still carrying around his yo-yo!):


We were up and at ’em, making our way towards downtown on foot to work up an appetite for the Hungry Monkey. As a fan of monkeys in general, this place definitely got my stamp of approval and the waitress was duly impressed with Jack’s manners and ability to order breakfast like the confident boss he is. Bonus points awarded by Jack for the bathroom air freshener: 


We continued our trek to the waterfront and booked passage on a fabulous schooner, the Madeleine. We had about 30 minutes to kill before sailing, so Tyler, Shane, and I stopped at an al fresco pub for a pre-noon beer because, why not? Aunt Jill took Jack to a nearby arcade, where he proceeded to win enough tickets to win pink fuzzy dice like in Regular Show.

IMG_0428 Tyler is very good at composing pix!

Seeing Newport by water was amazing and the crew of three were wonderfully informative and attentive. One of the deckhands even spent time teaching Jack to tie several types of nautical rope knots once we were underway.


our captain El Capitan view from the sail boat  IMG_0433

boys on the boat

Of course, Jack being a boy and all, he needed to check out the “head” below deck.

IMG_0435  Peace sign of approval.

The famous Newport Jazz Festival was going on, so we even got to enjoy some of the music floating over the water as we passed the sold-out crowd.

I am a sucker for any kind of old-timey cut out were you stick your head in and get your picture taken and there was no shortage of opportunities for us to do so in and around Newport.

This one had a little donation box on the back for Seaman’s Bethel.IMG_0419 

This was at a restaurant on the water–we didn’t actually eat there but I couldn’t resist the photo opp…I tried to make it look like Jack is shaking Tyler the lobster’s claw in the 2nd pic. Who knows how much longer he will continue to humor me?

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Then it was back to the house for more porch time and an amazing dinner of smoked pulled pork, chicken wings, and more. Tyler’s other brother Tiger and his wife and kids joined us for the fun. So neat to see nieces and nephews becoming adults!


The next day we went out to lunch at a local dive called Flo’s Clam Shack where we enjoyed the view from the 2nd floor and came across yet another photo opp:

20150725_121320 (1) Hmmm, I think I like Ty as a blond…

They even had fabulous lobster-shaped pagers!! Side note, I will endeavor to pronounce it “lob-stah” if my dream of summering in Newport becomes a reality.

lovin the lobstahsjpg

Then we walked off our lunch at Brenton State Park, where lots of people fly kites on the bluff. What a beautiful site! Plus, there’s a Del’s frozen lemonade truck there, so you know we had to enjoy some of their frozen, slushy deliciousness! Jack loved climbing over the giant rocks and helping Aunt Jill look for bits of sea glass. This time I was smart enough to leave my purse in the car. Ty even donned a long sleeve shirt–unheard of for July back home on Tybee!

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All in all, it was a fabulous trip, full of fun and relaxation just like a vacation should be. I think next summer, we’ll fly instead, and maybe leave Jack behind for a week of “cousins camp.” It’s never too early to get him used to the idea of visiting us at our summer home there.