I can't get the picture to load correctly so you can enjoy the studio's refreshing attitude toward children.
Later we walked through another art store and were pleased to find that they had an entire room devoted to old charts. Kyle said his dream home has a large library covered in old charts similar to the ones we found there. It will be an expensive room to decorate, if those prices are any indication.
We finally made it to the coffee shop and were enlightened to the fact that the weekend activities in Beaufort included a festival, A Taste of Beaufort. Of course we partook in the activities offered. Kyle enjoyed a brat from Bricks, a local restaurant. That brat nearly defeated him. I managed to find some seafood that did not involve any slimy, disgusting crustaceans from another booth.
In addition, we were educated about South Carolina's official dance, the Shag. Some of the other activities available included being eaten by a giant inflatable shark and discovering a giant motorhome full of Jelly Bellys.
We saw a sailboat fatality. Oh, the horror! (this is at low tide - at high tide, I'm sure all that's visible is the mast and rigging)
And here is the only place in Georgia that I actually went on land. Kyle stayed on the boat. This is an old fort, I just needed to stretch my legs a bit.
We passed a facility that builds nuclear submarines - they shut down the ICW if a sub is passing through the waters.
Here are some wild horses on Cumberland Island
And what is a blog post without our favorite sunrise and sunset:
And if you've caught on yet, we completely bypassed Georgia and are now in Florida, at Fernandina Beach.