Time flies when you least want it to. Our company left this morning to drive back east after a week of roughing it with us on the island – or in the wilderness, as Jazzy might describe it. We’ve had trips up and down and across the river, beautiful campfires, incredible fish fries, and a cabin clean up to purge a lot of accumulated stuff.
Along with the usual beer and rum that accompanies the scintillating conversation (that could be a slight exaggeration) this week we also consumed copious amounts of sangria. It is probably a good thing that I didn’t pay better attention to the ingredients and thus won’t feel overly confident to mix up a batch on my own. There was a lot of fruit thrown in there, so I’m going to say it was good for us. Even if you’re not a wine drinker it’s hard to pass up one of these.
Yes, we are incredibly spoiled. The weather has been unseasonably warm for September with a few days hot enough for swimming. Supposed to cool down now and rain, but those days are easy, lazy ones too, snugged up in the cabin with a fire in the wood stove.
Hope everybody is having a relaxing Sunday. I have four more days of island survival to endure. Poor me.