A lazy Saturday in Sea Island. The weatherman predicted rain, so we'd already squeezed in all of our outdoor activities on Friday. That left Saturday as the perfect day for catching up on sleep. Still woke up around 9am. Dad had prepared "Grits Lauren," which is made with chicken stock, a little garlic, and some sauteed leeks. Grandbetty and other grits traditionalists (like me) don't know what to make of it, but Lauren can't get enough. More of a fancy polenta than grits at that point. Tasty enough in my opinion, but I think Lauren would eat it every morning if she could.
After breakfast, Lauren and I again jogged down to the beach, where we ran into Lee, Betsy, and Elizabeth. They told us that the walk along the beach to the jetty was very nice. It didn't look too far, so off we went.
Well, objects on the beach can be much farther than they appear. By the time we got to the jetty, we were worried about making it home in time to say goodbye to Grandbetty and the other Robinsons leaving on Saturday. So, we ran the half-mile or so along the beach in addition to the expected run home. Running on the beach is hard work!
We arrived home to find that we still had hours before the crew was heading back to Atlanta. So we showered up. Emerging from the shower, I found out that after a hard run, what Lauren wanted more than ANYTHING was ... well, it was more grits. So we had some more grits, leftover tomato soup, some of Grandbetty's Seven-Vegetable Salad, and biscuits.
After lunch, Lauren and I visited with Grandbetty and my parents on the back porch, and snapped a few photos in the back yard:
Then, it was time to say goodbye to Grandbetty and the Lee Robinson family as they drove back to Atlanta.
After seeing them off, we headed up to the Beach Club to relax, read our books, and (in Lauren's case) down another Coke float:
We quickly ran home to change for dinner. Here's Lauren and I on the joggling board:
We then made our way to the Lodge on St. Simon's island to listen to the bagpiper at dusk and sip cocktails.
Then we drove a short distance to the Georgia Sea Grill. Really good bread to start, then tasty fish all around the table (so they tell me), and a chicken piccata for me.
Last stop was in front of the TV at home, where we watched the movie version of Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil, mainly for the thrill of seeing a movie filmed largely in the house we'd just visited.