South Beach Inn
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I had left the family back in Florida four and a half weeks ago so I could go back to Boston to close up loose ends medically, professionally and say my farewells to my family and friends. Though I wanted to be with David and the kids through their journey, I had my own matters to attend. During my final weeks in Boston, I was able to stay with some close friends and get my quality ...
... on not drinking too much tonight in prep for the dentist had failed big style as was demonstrated by me and Marc skipping along holding hands back to our motel.
Side Note: Accommodation Update.
Hotel Nights: 22
Tent Nights: 25
Camping Cabin: 10
Friends House: 1
Spending time with the Sach's has helped boost our nights in a tent, but we are still no where near our dream of 5 nights a week in a tent.
... we went to the outside of the fort to inspect the outer walls. That was great because you can see the damage from the hits of the cannon balls as well as where the entire corner was damaged and rebuilt. We even spotted a cannonball still imbedded in the wall. A great tour all around.
Our next stop was Tybee Island which was a short ride from Ft. Pulaski. It felt a bit like Hull. It's a very beachy town, lots of beach stuff stores and smaller cottage ...
... the kids sitting on the porch from the kitchen as they chowed down on chili. Kody even made his own creation of a chili burgher which consisted of a few spoons of chili spread between two hamburger buns. I personally think it’s a Manwich, but his version looks much tastier. Noel finally started to eat by gobbling down 3 Gogurts and a bowl of chili. For someone whose tummy has been hurting, she ate a lot of chili for lunch (although she did managed ...
... ospreys and great blue herons flying overhead or feeding their young from atop huge funnel shaped stick-nests they had constructed in the tops of dead salt pines. There was an armadillo grubbing in the grass when we arrived at our campsite. Ilana approached cautiously and, pointing at the cute little fellow said, “okay, you have to go now, we paid for this site.” Of course he wasn't listening, which I often get accused of, ...