Is there anything more glorious that staying in a house on an island for a week? That laid back, serene, salty aired goodness to soak up. Bicycling to the market in the morning (and afternoon, and evening, it's a Walsh vacation, we need copious nacho supplies, come on!), barbequing on the grill or making fresh lobster, reading in a rocking chair on a screened in porch safe from all those ravenous mosquitoes. Delighting in the exhaustion of a pup who ran all his energy out in the nearby woods and ocean. Playing cards by candlelight. Swimming in the frigid water and skipping rocks on the shore. It was bliss. We all came and went between work and friends and other obligations. and it was just the perfect gathering spot for relaxation with some of the loveliest people I know.
My pops and I on the ferry
Yin likes to travel in style.
Haircuts were had.
Rocks were skipped.
Pups were refreshed.
Bicycles were biked.
Lobsters were tastily steamed by one brave Emma.
Naps were attempted.
Sunsets were enjoyed.
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