We've been back from the beach for two weeks already, clearly any posting delays associated with the condition of team Deep Eddy upon our return. Tuckered and a little toasty. Still replaying those summer highlights.
Sullivan's Island again the HQ for the sandy bottom gang annual retreat.
Not to be outdone by her sister's former feats, Mary Austin learned to crawl on the poop deck, day 3. Other developmental milestones including new heights in beer consumption, eating of boiled peanuts, Nemo viewings.
We are lucky to have such handlers. Thank you Elder Beavers.
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| Baby at actual size. |
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| Steady diet of avocado |
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| Captain Mo, feeling the theme |
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| My lovelies |
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| Peabody & Sherman |
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| Colonel of the Sand People |
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| Hurricane House |
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| The newest Kennedy |
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| Pre-gaming on Hawaiian Night |
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| Just back form the coconut hunt |
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| Bar 4, Anniversary 7 |
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| Same outfit I rocked in '81 |
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| Finding the Wild Dunes at Wild Dunes |
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| Gassed. Never wake a sleeping Beaver. |
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| Fishing with the Meat Bait Fluke Wranglers. |
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| Leggs McKenna |
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| Happy Hour |
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| McNair, waiting out the weather, on a crab carcass |
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| Some kind of ritual |
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| Sunny Beaches |
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| Finding Nemo, again |
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| Ghost Crab in captivity |
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| K D S on site |
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| And, the Blender |
More stuffage shortly, the Olympics have inspired global outreach and re-assignment.
1 comment:
yay! love this crew- love, cousin Lissy
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