Just like St. Simons.. Only Littler

I would like to preface this entry by saying the title is a quote from our own lovely Jean Cowan.

With that out of the way, we can begin with the day.

We woke up at around 8:30 and promptly stayed in bed until 9:10, when we were sure Mom would kill us had we slept later. Becca and Don took us to a breakfast place in the village, which was very popular considering there was a line out the door. While Dad, Becca, and Don held our place, Foster, Mom, and I walked around, met a dog, and annoyed people unintentionally on a playground.

"Hey Foster, will you take a picture of me?"

  

 

I think everybody agreed that breakfast was excellent. Dad (of course) got the buffet solely because it was a good deal, but everyone was glad he did because those muffins were great.

This was before Dad pushed him 

Afterwards, we visited a museum/ lighthouse. It was certainly different than our last lighthouse experience, which ended up being located on a nudist beach. This one, thankfully, was not. 129 steps into the air, Foster, Dad, and I waved down to Becca, Don, and my mom. They even got to hear Foster yell at Dad when he pretended to throw him off the railing. At least it wasn't me.


We couldn't go on any vacation without visiting a cemetery, so that's where we went next. Well, the adults did. Foster and I explored a garden and actually ended up in a national park (go figure). We figured that it was not an official Cowan vacation unless at least one of us stepped foot in a national park; it would have been a Cowan disaster had we not. Heres Foster whipping/ doing the nae nae to impress the locals-

After that excursion, we had to say goodbye to Becca, Don, and the rest of St. Simons to embark on our third and final leg of the vacation. Foster was particularly upset about leaving Becca's cookies.

 Turns out we weren't going too far, as the ferry left right there at the dock near the house. So here we are on Little Saint Simon's island, which is very nice, I have to say. Dad can be cheap sometimes, but not so much here.

Pictures from the boat-

This place definitely fulfills the "eco" and "lodge" clues. It actually used to be a hunter's cabin, but I won't get into the history. Anyway, its really pretty here. Soon after we got here, Mom and Dad went on a hike while Foster and I biked to the beach.

Cool sighting: an armadillo

 We hadn't planned to walk far, but before we knew it, we were 1 1/2 miles from the boardwalk exploring areas that aren't often explored. We even "discovered" a lake/ pond/ some kind of water body I can't name and called it "Sandpiper Bay" after the little birds that were on the beach.

Foster defending his property

On our walk, we found a plethora of shells and a number of intact sand dollars (of which about 75% survived the bike ride back).

We were out so long that on the walk back, we were concerned about our shoes being covered by the tide, and although the tide had come in really far, our shoes were ok.

We went back and had a nice sit down dinner. Well, in my opinion, duck does not taste good, but it looked nice.

My dad then suggested we play a game as a family, and proceeds to pick out "Oval Office; Race to be President". As if we weren't already nerdy enough, this game has made it sure we could never be normal again. We couldn't find the directions, but played anyway.

I cannot truthfully say it was fun.

Well, that's all for us. I hope everyone is going well and enjoying the (hopefully) warm weather. Thank you for reading, and thanks for all the nice comments my mother has been showing me. I really appreciate it. Have a nice Wednesday tomorrow!