This morning we slowly rose and had a big breakfast (pie alongside sweet-potato hash, anyone?) before mosying down to the dock for a few hours. As I told the girls stories of why I would never live in Florida again (or visit) they created a band name based on my tales (SpiderEyes) and even a few song titles (Alligator Ate My Dog would be the first hit single). I soaked my feet in the water while perusing fashion magazines, and a persistent fish nibbled on my toes.
As I write this, the girls headed into town for ice cream, candy and antiquing. I opted to stay at the cabin and read murder mysteries — the ultimate form of relaxation in my life. Overall? Pretty great day. I’m heading back to the city tonight so I can shoot a wedding tomorrow, but this weekend getaway has really gotten me excited for our annual trek up north, which is just around the corner. And man, I cannot wait to experience this with the new pup.