As I mentioned in my last post, I spent a few days in coastal South Carolina with my best (female) buds from college (I'm married to my best college friend.) They are a group of intelligent women with diverse perspectives, and I relish these small getaways that keep our friendship strong. Nothing like crawling through pluff mud to cement a bond (crawling through mud sounds gross, I know, but it is totally a trip highlight. The feeling of pulling up on a creekbank and sinking into the rich mud is like nothing else I've experienced.)
I didn't wear anything of note this trip other than hub's cargo shorts, which to my extreme surprise/slight dismay fit me near-perfectly. They were just the thing for our longish bike rides around the island. Rather than spending time getting gussied up, I read a few good books (and an awful one), grilled up some beautiful London broil and reveled in the beauty of the lowcountry. Here are some of my favorite shots:
Shopping cart filled entirely with vegetables. The clerk asked: "Y'all vegetarians?" Nope, just some New Yorkers with steaks defrosting at home. Strawberries picked in Lexington, SC are divine, as is the local corn. Sadly, our favorite roadside farmstand lost their lease, but the grocery carried delicious regional produce.
View from the hottub after a long day at the beach.
Sunset from the front porch.
Cloudy morning sky at the beach. Taken while riding a bike on the hard-packed sand (with the wind. I am way too out of shape to ride against it.)
At the beach with a very tan Ayelet.
Flip flops. Lawn chair. Great expanses of grass leading onto a calm ocean.
Remnants of a beautiful meal with Yael. Note: Coke in a bottle, yum!
Now I'm back home in New York, and summer has begun here. Bring on the jersey dresses, sunscreen and sandals: I am so ready.