Ascent of the Sand People

These nerds just got back from the beach. Somebody hit their Vitamin D quotient.




Whole Beaver / McKenna clan down to Sullivan's, damming. In theme, this is what we call klamming, on the Island.



Our digs.


Jane Windsor McKenna is a sand rat.



And does not like being told when beach time has hit quota.




Clan ate well, made my first boiled peanuts, hit the requisite Poe Burger, Hominy Grill with HK and MBK (ordered the country captain). Pizza night happened.




The Kennedys of Mount Pleasant:




MO time, heavily transfused.



Lady Ga Ga Ga.



Porch Life.




In some odd solar / lunar sciences, all the ocean's starfish washed up one morning. Jane saved most of these, that or demolished them. No worries, as their legs "re-energy".





My hot mammas.




And the not so hot Uncle Cephus, learning the handsome McNair.



The reading of the RAVEN!



Dad's anniversary gifts. These two have legs.



This guy is about to be a father.........



I miss these days.



The casting practicer.



Great trip, as always. Thousand thanks to the Beavers who took most excellent care of the Texas McKennas. And to our close cousins, the Junior Beavers of Charlotte.