One particular harbour

“I know I don’t get there often enough
But God knows I surely try
It’s a magic kind of medicine
That no doctor could prescribe

There’s this one particular harbor
So far but yet so near
Where I see the days as they fade away
Finally disappear”

–Jimmy Buffett

“Come away home. Hilton Head’s calling you home. Harbour town’s waiting for you.”

–Gregg Russell

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I’m sure everyone who has been within a 10 mile radius of me this year has heard me complain that I would not get to go on our annual trip to Hilton Head Island this year. Yeah, I was pretty bummed out about it. I’ve been to Hilton Head almost every single year since I was ten. I could not imagine NOT going.

To make matters worse (because I frequently become jealous of small children), Thomas was invited to go to Hilton Head with my parents, and all my aunts, uncles, cousins, this year. You get the picture: everyone at Hilton Head but me.

John was pretty sad about missing all the beach fun, too. So naturally when I scored some comp time at work and found out I would have a long weekend over the fourth of July, it took us about two seconds to simultaneously exclaim, “Let’s go to Hilton Head!”  It was very spontaneous of us. And we’re not really what I would call spontaneous people.

It took us awhile to find a place to stay on such short notice, but we finally lucked out with a tiny little beach front condo. I have never ever stayed beach front before (Hilton Head tends to be pricey on the beach, but we got a good deal) and I have to say this trip may have spoiled me because it was awesome.

So without further ado, here is the pictoral version of our impromptu beach bum vacation. Our goal was to relax, have tons of unscheduled fun and oh, yeah, fetch Thomas back from the relatives. Because 5 days without him was just killing us!

Needless to say, Henry and Cate were ecstatic to be at the beach after we had been telling them for months that we would not get to go this year.

And then we found Thomas there! Bonus! We had all missed Thomas a lot, and we think he may have missed us a little bit, too.

This was the view from our balcony, so we spent a fair amount of time sipping on bourbon and just staring. Also John had us on a strict 5-beer-a-day each plan, because, you know, we didn't want to haul it back home.

We ate a ton of ice cream from our favorite island ice cream joint. Of course!

We forced our kidnapping victim to eat ice cream, too. And don't let him fool you, he may look like he's eating it at gunpoint, but he enjoyed every bite.

Hiked the kids up to the top of the Harbour Town Lighthouse. Mandatory.

Had a random encounter with Santa on the beach. (I did take a photo of him with Henry, too, but it turned out too dark. darn)

We were all so glad to have Thomas back, although we did secretly wonder 1) how he managed to spend hours in the hot sun building sand cities without dying of exhaustion and 2) why he insists on wearing his shirts inside-out and backward.

Henry and Cate spent hours diving under water just to look at each other's faces.

When it was all over we all drove home in our tiny car. I have to admit, I was nervous about all 3 kids in the backseat for 9 hours, but they did great. This photo, however is slightly posed, because right before I took it Henry opened his eyes, so I made him close them again to take the pic.

And that’s it! Our wonderfully laid back, spur of the moment, trip to my favorite place on earth! We decided it was such a huge success that we are going to do long weekend trips to the beach more often. Actually, we decided we are going to be more spontaneous in general.

I’ll leave you with a few more random pics that didn’t really fit into my story, but are still fun.

Waiting patiently for Thomas to be ready to leave the beach. He had a thing about needing to witness the exact moment of high tide. I had a thing about letting him because I had missed his sweet, quirky self.

The sand dollars were everywhere. As were the jellyfish and baby sharks! But honey badgers don't care. Honey badgers aren't afraid of anything. (if you are confused, just google honey badger and learn all about my new motto. Also be prepared to cry from laughter)

Proof that honey badgers don't care: Here are my four favorite people in the entire world enjoying the bliss of a trip to the ocean.

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  1. Honey Christina don’t care.

    Glad you had fun and I’m REALLY glad you’re home! 🙂