Ovoviviparity and the Ratlin' Bog
Considering the circumstances around the globe, I'm very lucky to be having such a good summer.
It's nice to be able to think 'How could it get better than this? '
The answer to that question comes in two parts.
1: It can't.
2: When you get to share it with some of your favorite people.
Last weekend Marshall, Lucy, Will, Levi, and Carter drove to Beaufort from Charlotte, and Holden and Chris came down from Charleston.
We did a number of activities. Most involved boats, because we love boats.
It's crazy to think that prior to the Agricultural Revolution, the average human wandering through the woods would encounter around 1,000 people in their entire (short) lifetime.
Today it's somewhere in the range of 100s of thousands to a million different people.
That's probably a good thing, because you absorb characteristics, traits, and habits from the people you spend time with.
Which is why I like spending time with Holden -- I'm hoping, by osmosis, his wakeboarding skills will transfer to me.
Unlikely.
There are a lot of sharks in the lowcountry waters, but it's rare to actually see one.
Even so, everyone always "sees" them, which turns conversation to sharks, and some people know more about sharks than others.
Chris: "Sharks are ovoviviparous."
Me and Holden: *visible confusion*
Chris was a biology major and an english major, so it makes sense that he knows big animal words.
He's also a divemaster, and an author.
As we wakeboarded, we headed towards the beach.
"Which beach?" You may ask.
Our favorite barrier island timeshare eco resort beach, of course.
As usual, it was virtually empty.
This was probably because all the reasonable people checked the forecast and saw the storm coming.
There's some good news in the Bay Point development saga. SC governor Henry McMaster wrote a letter to the zoning board strongly discouraging the development of Bay Point.
Stuff like this matters.
We made it just in time to get a self timer pic, enjoy the beauty, and be on our way.
Activities can be exhausting.
Good thing Marshall always has plenty of energy.
We even fit in some time for die before dinner.
In the evening we went back on the boat for a relaxing sunset cruise.
Just kidding, we went tubing and had some outrageous fun.
Imagine being pulled at high speeds on a small inflated circle with sea spray hitting your face, the Ratlin' Bog echoing in your ears, and beautiful scenery in the background.
Nice.
I'm the captain now - Everyone on the boat 10 times per second.
Chris took evening tubing to another level.
He was clearly our watersports champion of the day.
How can it get better than this?
Stay tuned for next time as I attempt to continue reorganizing bits into more useful patterns and begin the transition from blissful SC summer to real life in the Northeast.
