Thanksgiving 2012
I talked to Blair at the beginning of November, and we started talking about Thanksgiving because she was driving home and wanted to stop in Texas. It turns out that my plans had fallen through and we just kind of decided that we'd meet up in St. Simon, GA and that Josh and I would spend our holiday with the Moore's. And what a wonderful idea that was!
Josh and I made the 18 hour drive from Tuesday night to Wednesday morning. We stopped in Louisiana for dinner - we treated ourselves to a Cajun platter and wow, I never though gumbo or crayfish would be that good! We got in around 10 am and went straight to the shower and took a nap. We spent the rest of the day riding bikes around the island and getting settled in our rented house. We spend the afternoon baking 7 pies for Thanksgiving the next day. Paul Moore and family took us out to eat at the Red Barn that night. If this wasn't just a gem of an introduction to the family for Josh, I don't know what was.
Thanksgiving rolled around and we rode bikes around a little bit on the beach end of the Island. We went to the park with Blair's little cousins and played until my arms were sore. We spent time at the beach and just relaxed. That night we had a nice Thanksgiving dinner with 26 other people. My pies were a hit - I even got invited back for next year. Blair and her cousins went out that night, and somehow around 6 am one of them ended up with his hands through a glass table, and finally at the hospital. It looked like someone had been murdered in our little rental house. It was quite the drama, but we quickly moved forward and didn't really let it affect our vacation.
Josh and I made the 18 hour drive from Tuesday night to Wednesday morning. We stopped in Louisiana for dinner - we treated ourselves to a Cajun platter and wow, I never though gumbo or crayfish would be that good! We got in around 10 am and went straight to the shower and took a nap. We spent the rest of the day riding bikes around the island and getting settled in our rented house. We spend the afternoon baking 7 pies for Thanksgiving the next day. Paul Moore and family took us out to eat at the Red Barn that night. If this wasn't just a gem of an introduction to the family for Josh, I don't know what was.
Thanksgiving rolled around and we rode bikes around a little bit on the beach end of the Island. We went to the park with Blair's little cousins and played until my arms were sore. We spent time at the beach and just relaxed. That night we had a nice Thanksgiving dinner with 26 other people. My pies were a hit - I even got invited back for next year. Blair and her cousins went out that night, and somehow around 6 am one of them ended up with his hands through a glass table, and finally at the hospital. It looked like someone had been murdered in our little rental house. It was quite the drama, but we quickly moved forward and didn't really let it affect our vacation.
On Friday we went to the beach and ended up at a pretty good little pub called Brogans. We even saw the University of Georgia's mascot - the bulldog. I think he's named hairy dog. We were still tuckered out from all the happenings that we celebrated Thanksgiving like the Kissel's - Pizza, Wings and Beer. We watched Bridesmaids and ended up at a crazy bar where we played darts and walked on the pier. We called it a night around 12.
Saturday we acted like tourists. We toured the lighthouse and rode bikes to Fort Frederica, a national monument. We met up with Blair's little cousin Millie, who is about 7. She told us all about history from a 2nd grade point of view and we helped her work on her Jr. Ranger badge. We left the place just as it closed, and although it was getting cooler and dark we stopped at a beautiful old cemetery with large trees and lots of Spanish moss. We ended the night with a Low Country Boil that Paul did for us. I probably ate a pound of shrimp, a sausage, 4 red potatoes and a cob of corn. It was good eats. Unfortunately Blair and her boyfriend got miserably sick that night and so the time we would have spent with them, they spent puking and sleeping :(.
Saturday we acted like tourists. We toured the lighthouse and rode bikes to Fort Frederica, a national monument. We met up with Blair's little cousin Millie, who is about 7. She told us all about history from a 2nd grade point of view and we helped her work on her Jr. Ranger badge. We left the place just as it closed, and although it was getting cooler and dark we stopped at a beautiful old cemetery with large trees and lots of Spanish moss. We ended the night with a Low Country Boil that Paul did for us. I probably ate a pound of shrimp, a sausage, 4 red potatoes and a cob of corn. It was good eats. Unfortunately Blair and her boyfriend got miserably sick that night and so the time we would have spent with them, they spent puking and sleeping :(.
On Sunday we took a nice morning ride through the Island and ended up on a nature trail. We treated ourselves to lunch at Southern Soul Barbeque - it was featured on Drive In's, Diners and Dives on the Food Network, and omg it was sooooo good. Their meat was perfectly smoked and deliciously seasoned. It just melted in your mouth. We were stuffed and so we went back to the house and napped for a couple hours (also to prep for our 18 hour drive home). We again treated ourselves to seafood for dinner only a few short hours later. How could we not? We were on the coast! And then said our thank you's and goodbyes and headed home. We rolled into camp around noon the next day and spent the afternoon recovering from our vacation and it was back to work bright and early Tuesday morning.
Meeting the UG mascot
Thanksgiving night. Aren't we adorbs?
The beginning of the drive- we're still looking fresh. That didn't last long.
The gorgeous beach on Thanksgiving morning. I was thankful for the view.
All the pies without tinfoil are mine (and Josh's)
|The beach - Gould's Inlet
On top of the Lighthouse, Atlantic Ocean in the back
The lighthouse. Beautiful day to visit!
At Fort Frederica. No, I'm not too old to play dressup. And doesn't my man look good in that coat?
Riding bikes to the nature walk
Southern Soul Barbeque. You should go.
