Hello from Hilton Head, SC. I'm sitting at the table in our condo, waiting for the day to warm up. "What," you say, "you don't have a condo!" Au contraire, mon frere, we do, for a few days. Last May we placed the one and only bid at a silent auction, for a week in a Hilton Head condo. We arrived here late Friday night, and have been having a great time.
Colin really wanted to give our new Focus a workout, so with the car packed by the Beverly Hillbillies, we took off. Providing directions was Bossy Jack, the new gps. BJ has timing issues - He was often either way too early or too late with his directions. Adds a bit of excitement to the drive. I think he's related to the insurance commercial's gps disaster guy.
The drive down was pretty and educational. For instance, I learned from the billboards that evolution never happened. Good to know.
Hilton Head is in the migratory path of a lot of birds, which can be diverted by bright city lights, so the streets are dark, by general consent. We were warned about this, but it didn't make the night any lighter when we arrived. Bossy Jack wasn't much help, but we found the condo, anyway.
The condo is nicely set up and equipped*. Outside? Who knows - it's dark.
Added later - We didn't need the iron (never used anyway - I don't know what I was thinking) or the coffee pot (can't take a chance with that).
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