Some pictures from earlier this fall:
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| Abandoned WWII submarine spotting tower |
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| House in the trees |
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| Barefoot Boy Wonder |
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| Morning birds |
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| Happy Miss M on the fishing dock |
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| Dewees ferry |
Showing posts with label other places. Show all posts
Showing posts with label other places. Show all posts
Wednesday, December 11, 2013
Beautiful Dewees
We've been spending some time in coastal South Carolina with family and friends lately and hope to spend a good deal more. There is something compelling about the lowcountry: the history, the light, the everchanging water. (Plus, you guys, the shrimp and grits are not to be believed.)
Some pictures from earlier this fall:
Some pictures from earlier this fall:
Wednesday, May 1, 2013
British Virgin Islands
The 500Jerk clan traveled to the BVI over spring break with friends.
Not only did the Spouse hook us up with extremely nice hotel accommodations, but he also rented a boat, so we could travel between islands.
Here's the thing about renting a boat in the BVI: nobody cares if you have boating credentials. Or life vests. If you're fool enough to take a boat out in the ocean without experience, that's completely your call. We had a bit of a . . . learning curve. I hummed the theme song to Gilligan's Island basically the entire time we were there. Somehow, we survived.
View from a Tortola dock:
No docks on Jost Van Dyke at the Soggy Dollar Bar. Hook up to a mooring ball and work for your lunch by swimming in; hence, the name. Watch out for the topless ladies.
The kids loved the boat. Including the ocean swells.
Only one was brave enough to jump off a party boat, though.
Beautiful sunsets.
We spent one fun evening on Marina Cay, eyeing the desserts through a ViewMaster while the younger kids fell asleep.
Miss M loved the water and having friends with her.
Little Dix Bay, which we visited solely for the t-shirts.
The Boy eyeing the Hobie Cats at The Bitter End Yacht Club.
Maybe one day we'll get back for some lessons.
Mugging for the camera.
From the top of Scrub Island, where we stayed, looking out toward Tortola.
A decidedly British feel.
Suddenly shy Boy Wonder.
The motley crew.
A fun time.
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| Regatta off Virgin Gorda |
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| Skipper |
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| First Mate |
View from a Tortola dock:
No docks on Jost Van Dyke at the Soggy Dollar Bar. Hook up to a mooring ball and work for your lunch by swimming in; hence, the name. Watch out for the topless ladies.
The kids loved the boat. Including the ocean swells.
Only one was brave enough to jump off a party boat, though.
Beautiful sunsets.
Miss M loved the water and having friends with her.
Little Dix Bay, which we visited solely for the t-shirts.
The Boy eyeing the Hobie Cats at The Bitter End Yacht Club.
Maybe one day we'll get back for some lessons.
Mugging for the camera.
From the top of Scrub Island, where we stayed, looking out toward Tortola.
A decidedly British feel.
Suddenly shy Boy Wonder.
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The Highline Trail Which Is Very High, Glacier National Park
The Spouse was bound and determined we would hike the Highline Trail as a family this time around at Glacier. Hiking the Highline to Granite Park Chalet was something he'd been dreaming of for years, and there was no stopping him. BOUND! DETERMINED!
See him already edging down the trail a bit? He was pumped.
You know, I'm all for living your life's dream, but the Highline Trail has a couple of tricky parts. And when I say tricky, I mean perilous and terrifying. Crossing 900 feet of cliff precipice while clinging to a guide wire to counterbalance an unwieldy backpack likely to drag you to your death while watching your children navigate the same is, for me, the stuff of nightmares. Just thinking about it makes my hands sweat.
Nevertheless, away we went: The Spouse, my fears, and a whole slew of relatives.
After we made it past the narrow, terrifying part way above the Going-to-the-Sun Road (see above), I guess I turned around to snap a picture. I don't remember taking the picture because of THE AMNESIA-INDUCING TERROR AND ALL, but apparently that's what I did.
The girls were unfazed.
Nevertheless, this is not a good place to trip.
Unless, of course, you're a mountain goat. Then you're clearly in your element.
Yes, yes, lots of beautiful views and waterfalls. I KNOW.
And there, after hiking the Highline all day, was Granite Park Chalet, like a mirage in the distance. It only took about seven hours to get there. After which, we collapsed in total exhaustion. No--wait, we had to walk a mile on a grizzly bear trail to get our own drinking and cooking water, make dinner, bargain for bed linens, make the beds, and THEN we collapsed in total exhaustion.
The next day we hiked eight miles back a different trail to our lodge. And after that, my friends, I was done with hiking for the week.
OK, OK, I guess hiking the Highline was a little bit awesome. And we totally did not get eaten by grizzly bears, you guys!
I vote we live out my dream next, though.
See him already edging down the trail a bit? He was pumped.
You know, I'm all for living your life's dream, but the Highline Trail has a couple of tricky parts. And when I say tricky, I mean perilous and terrifying. Crossing 900 feet of cliff precipice while clinging to a guide wire to counterbalance an unwieldy backpack likely to drag you to your death while watching your children navigate the same is, for me, the stuff of nightmares. Just thinking about it makes my hands sweat.
Nevertheless, away we went: The Spouse, my fears, and a whole slew of relatives.
After we made it past the narrow, terrifying part way above the Going-to-the-Sun Road (see above), I guess I turned around to snap a picture. I don't remember taking the picture because of THE AMNESIA-INDUCING TERROR AND ALL, but apparently that's what I did.
The girls were unfazed.
Nevertheless, this is not a good place to trip.
Unless, of course, you're a mountain goat. Then you're clearly in your element.
Yes, yes, lots of beautiful views and waterfalls. I KNOW.
And there, after hiking the Highline all day, was Granite Park Chalet, like a mirage in the distance. It only took about seven hours to get there. After which, we collapsed in total exhaustion. No--wait, we had to walk a mile on a grizzly bear trail to get our own drinking and cooking water, make dinner, bargain for bed linens, make the beds, and THEN we collapsed in total exhaustion.
The next day we hiked eight miles back a different trail to our lodge. And after that, my friends, I was done with hiking for the week.
OK, OK, I guess hiking the Highline was a little bit awesome. And we totally did not get eaten by grizzly bears, you guys!
I vote we live out my dream next, though.
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