One Last Summer Weekend


This past weekend Mark and I packed up the car and drove to the beach. I was so happy to squeeze in one last beach trip. Next week, I move back to Richmond, resume working, and start my senior year of college. Mark will be working and finishing up his thesis here in Atlanta. Things will be get busy, as they always do, and my weekend trips to Atlanta will be spaced out a bit. So you can imagine why it was so perfect to have one last weekend, just the two of us at the beach. We were perfect beach bums! We slept, we talked, we read, we people-watched, we did nothing but relax. It was hot, but there was a strong breeze and the clouds were simply magnificent. I took so many pictures of them, but decided the blog could only handle so many.

What are you guys doing to soak up the last little bit of summer? Are you sad to see it go or are you ready for fall to be here?



St. Augustine

St. Augustine is a beautiful town full of history and palm trees. Even if you’re not a huge fan of history, there’s no denying the beauty of this old town. A huge thunderstorm followed us into the city on Saturday. The lightning and thunder was incredible, but it soon cleared up enough for us to stroll around. We mosey’d, window-shopped, walked through an art gallery, and listened to street performers. Later, we stuffed our bellies with delicious BBQ and fried shrimp at Mojo’s downtown and topped it off with popsicles from The Hyppo. It was beautiful and relaxing and the perfect way to spend one last weekend before school starts.

And, of course, no trip to St. Augustine is complete without a leisurely day on the beach. Those pictures will be coming soon.

The Weekend

On Saturday we drove to Charlottesville, VA to visit my grandparents. It’s a beautiful town and always brings back memories of visiting Memaw and Grandaddy when I was a kid. It was a two hour drive to my grandparents house, but it felt like a week back then. My dad always took the back roads. They were windy little roads surrounded by horse farms. Each farm had a distinctive sign at the end of the driveway. Some were plain white signs with the name of the farm squarely printed on them. Others were painted black with swirly gold calligraphy. I remember making up stories about those farms and the people who lived there. I think if a town can inspire an eight year old, then it’s a pretty impressive town.

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We left before the sun even thought about coming up.

Road-tripping isn’t very fun that early. Fortunately, we found a slightly redneck (and by slightly I mean very) fishing talk show on the radio and that kept us entertained/awake for a little while. Then we heard Don William’s “You’re My Best Friend” which made me happy because I love that song. And Mark sings the “you’re my best friend” line in a thirteen year old girl voice, so there’s that too.

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