dogs on the porch

Deb ready for her first golf game

Home again. yay. The older I get, the more I like coming home...I think.

favorite beach activity (John and Becky, Ray in other room)

antiques

We spent almost 48 hours at Fripp Island with longtime friends, celebrating Ron's 60th birthday and enjoying gorgeous weather. Yes, we swam in the ocean--Ray and John and I did. Becky and Janna put their feet in. We sat on the beach and got really tan. It was sunny and warm and breezy. Saturday the flies drove us off, but Sunday they were gone. We played bocce both days. Saturday Deb and Ron and Kent played golf. The rest of us spent some time on the beach. Ray and John thought they were going to play bocce without me. It is generally a game for two people or to teams of two. We created a three-person game. which lasted about 4 hours, punctuated by some time in the water to try to shake the flies for awhile. Becky and Janna sat in beach chairs, covered by towels, and walked in and out of the water, trying to get them to go away. 

Ruins of a church in Sheldon, SC, burned in the Civil War

Friday we drove down uneventfully, after I spent a couple hours at the Occupation and bought a few things at Earth Fare and spent some time at my Dad's apartment. We did not stop between Athens and the beach, not for gas or anything. And we made it in 4 1/2 hours. We had a lovely dinner and went to bed. On Saturday, other than spending time at the beach, Janna and Becky and I went to Beaufort for about an hour and had a great time in an antique store we found. Plus admiring the houses in Beaufort and the Spanish moss-draped big old trees. We met the rest at dinner at a fun restaurant where we could watch the sun set over the boats.

Yesterday morning, Ray and I walked some and I made huevos rancheros for those who wanted. Janna and Ron left and the rest of us spent some more time on the beach. Ray and Kent played bocce against John and I, and we won. We ate lunch, packed our cars and drove home. I rode with Becky and Kent rode with Ray. We got separated at one point, and Ray couldn't call because he had no service, even though we did on our route. He finally got through and we met up again at a restaurant in Augusta, the Chop House, where we spent a pleasant hour. All this relaxed pace, however, meant it was after 10 when we got home. In fact, there is still lots of unpacking to do.