I’m dealing with three hours sleep in the last 36 hours. I didn’t get my nap that I hoped for before driving all night to Hilton Head. I had some help, but unless my wife was driving, I stayed awake. That’s the role of the dad, to make sure everyone is taken care of. It’s also one of the first times my daughter has driven on the highway, so I had some teaching to do. Oh and Five Hour Energy does work, unless you are being “hypnotized” by the little white lines that pass along the road at two o’clock in the morning. If that’s the case, you get tired. Really tired.
Here’s the cruel irony. My wife volunteered to drive because she slept a good four to five hours. So as I sat in the passenger seat ready to catch some much needed sleep, guess what started working? The Five Hour Energy. It really worked. I think I finally fell asleep around four in the morning, about when the Five Hour Energy finished hour five.
Once we arrived at Hilton Head, we had to wait for the condo. We proceeded to the beach. Now, I’m a pasty white guy with fair skin and auburn hair. I’m part Irish and Scottish. So, while I am a fairly entertaining drunk, I have two shades. Pasty and burned. The beach and me are not compatible. I don’t like the beach. The beach doesn’t like me. I find it to be a great source of boredom, unless I’m with a camera. I have to remind myself to be kind with my camera because I have a tendency to let the truth tell the story.
My photo of the day is after spending less than five minutes on the beach. My wife actually saw the picture before. I thought it was a dummy. Until I approached it to photograph and it moved. Luckily I was still a good 10 feet away, so I didn’t look like an idiot. My son’s photo is from our early morning drive through the Smokey Mountains.
Buried Alive
Early Morning View
Until Next Time,
Peace!
