All things must end. And so it was for Hilten head. Steve and Connie were up and off to their next adventure. This time it was Charleston, SC. Coincidentally, Sandra, Karen, Alexa and I would eventually make our way there as well. So why not send scouts? We eagerly awaited reports of their fortifications once established.
After good-byes, and promises to catch up in the later part of the year. We all did our normal day's events, which included sun, beach and beer--sometimes all at once! I have taken to biking down the long beach a few miles while I dodge beached Jellyfish and little sand urchents; which we commonly refer to as 'kids'.
At the end of the day, hunger took over and we got in our best shorts and tee-shirts and headed out to the fine local establishments that could be visited within a couple hundred yards. The place was booming...so much so, that the common wait times were over an hour. Dang! When did Hilton Head get discovered? And on a Monday no doubt! So we foraged...until we could forage no more...and settled on the Piggly Wiggly for our last meal out (or 'in' I should say). Mark had beat me to the task and was able to slit off home with a frozen pizza. The thing I had planned. Fortuneatly, it's not like showing up at the same party where your friend is wearing the same dress...showing up back at the house with another frozen pizza was not shunned, but celebrated!
So goes our last meal, on the last day at Hilton Head. Fat, Happy and full of Rolaids! Tomorrow...we road-trip.