We rode bikes down to the beach, about a quarter mile away. Then ditched 'em and went for a stroll. Faedon wasn't all that into it, while Kellyn was all, "What's that, daddy?" "What that, momma?" "Look, a crab!" "Come on, Feadon!" She had a blast.
We walked down to where some feller was kite boarding on the beach, tethered to a skateboard with 8-inch wheels. The kite in the picture is actually about 12-feet across.
By the time we turned around, it was dark. (Not real smart, what with having to go back through the trees with kids and no lights... Did I mention Hilton Head is covered with alligators?)
Kellyn was having the time of her little life nonetheless. Can you tell?
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