1) Crabbing trip, Take 2. 2) I grew up on Hilton Head. Boating is what my family does and I’ve been on hundreds of cruises. But it never fails–when I see a dolphin in the wild, I get goosebumps. 3) Catching crabs! I was determined to beat the 4-year-old next to me. 4) Final count? Me: 9. The 4-year-old next to me: 14. I got stomped.
5) After the crabbing cruise, I went to lunch with my sister at Giuseppi’s … I mean, it’s practically an Island institution. And the calzone was good. But I’m always mad that I didn’t just get a slice of cheese and a salad. You can’t go wrong with a slice and a salad, and yet every time I venture too far on the menu. I gotta remember–pizza, Krista. Pizza. 6/7) Then it was beach time with the niecey-poo, sister, and mom. 8) Can you handle the cute?!
9) As soon as she found the hole, she wanted to get in the hole. And as soon as she got in the hole, she wanted out of the hole. 10) Dinner at Crazy Crab. Meal choice: crab stuffed flounder. 11) Our marshy view from the dinner table. 12) That, my friends, is a hush puppie. Also known as, manna from heaven.
I went home in a slap-happy food-coma and fell right to sleep with sand still between my toed and a slightly pink nose.
(I did not mean for that to rhyme.)
Stay tuned for Day 3.