While my Coastie son enjoyed his week at the Hacienda on Jekyll Island with the family and his oldest Miss Priss, he was looking forward to heading home. At home, he would be greeted by Bonus Daughter and SJ. A hard combo to beat.
BD and SJ on their beach (i.e. not Jekyll)
The College Son and I were not as happy about the return trip to the mountains. We wanted to stay at the Hacienda. Six and half hours later (including stops that I begrudgingly made–I fall into the don’t-stop-till-you-get-there-group of drivers) and our flip-flopped feet were mucking through the rain puddles instead of sand. Welcome to Brevard. It’s a rain forest.
We do like home. I mean, here’s what we came home too.
Summer blooms along picket fence
Yet another killer combo, thanks to moi.
But, we do so love the Hacienda. Take a look.
Miss Priss and the College Son in the tidal pool
Me, in what is my uncontested favorite spot in the universe
Frankie Ann (aka “Mom”, “Grandma”, “Maurme”) in the kitchen at the Hacienda, window looks in from the courtyard
College Son peeking out from his bedroom, where he spent an inordinate amount of time…
Miss Priss behaving herself so well and posing for the 10billionth picture (Mommy had to stay behind and Miss Priss was extra good even though she missed BD)
Frankie Ann and the boys
Ah, the family photo op. I love it.
Our quiet time place atop the Hacienda (many Bible Studies done in that spot and many a Scrabble war fought)
The Uncle and his niece (Miss Priss and College Son). Nothing is as endearing to me as this picture
On the pier waiting for the sun to go down
T-shirt says it all.
Coastie Son and Miss Priss, oh what a diva!
Our little spot of Paradise on earth, the Hacienda
Best picture ever in Uncle’s hat
Buds… (the College Son and Miss Priss, Uncle and niece)
Lots of sea turtle on Jekyll
Only took until the last day, but she finally decided she liked the water. 🙂
Frankie Ann waiting patiently while the Coastie Son checks out a boat
The hot tub, a perfect spot for viewing the island weddings
My view from my white swing
Stairs to the Lookout Tower, the most desired thing in the world to a three year old, going up and down, up and down them
Doing nothing in the tower
Marsh where we ride our bikes
There’s always one. Look at Miss Priss looking at her daddy. She is already in dire need of counseling.
Yes, that is moi in the big hat. The only place I get to live out the dream of the huge hat, at the beach.
Frankie Ann holding forth in the modified living room of the Hacienda
Headed for a favorite pastime, bike riding (the trails are pretty awesome)
Needs no explaining…
Yeah, we’re crabby,