Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Just a few Hilton Head memories
The only problem with nice weekends away from home is that they always end. As planned we came home Sunday after spending five hours at the outlet malls where Dragonwife and Miss Wiggles bought a few needed clothes and what I will describe as a trunk load of crap that in the end will just take up space either in the attic or garage. I would be neglectful if I didn't add that when we pulled out from the resort Dragonwife had volunteered to drive being that I had to go to work later that night. Long story short napping in a Toyota Corolla for someone my size does not really work.
The picture above is of the Saturday night sunset on Broad Creek. Around me were all sorts of ghouls and goblins doing the resort sponsored Halloween activties. Miss Wiggles dressed as a witch and I would have included pictures of her in custom except none were in focus.
Being completely screwed up and out of chronological order this is a picture of the beach on Saturday afternoon. I found this sand castle looking like some abandoned ancient city from a lost civilization. That Saturday was just about a perfect day as they come. I was able to ditch Dragonwife and Miss Wiggles who were taking part in a craft back at the main resort. The only problem I had at that moment was that the beach house bar was closed for the season and there were no cute babes or smoking hot MILFs anywhere to be seen.
Even more chronologically screwed up this is the resort pier sticking out on Broad Creek. This was taken on Friday afternoon as the clouds moved in and the mist started swirling around giving it an almost fantasy feel.
Across the creek you can still see the mansions owned by the truly rich and famous. I have actually heard that real estate agents have special checks they do on any potential buyer long before any house is shown. Which I understand to a certain level but the devil is in the details and if the story I heard is true such things like politics and family history are taken into consideration. So say I win fifty million in the lotto and want to buy one of those mansions I was told that it just wouldn't happen.
This last item is just a short video of the beach with me walking around enjoying the sights, sounds, and smells of the beach. I promise I don't say much.