The great thing about posting vacation pics on a blog instead of forcing people to view them in person is that you, gentle reader, can get away when you are over it. :) I'm reading a Terry Pratchett book right now in which he describes a demon-controlled underworld that no longer uses instruments of torture like red-hot pokers and flaying people and disemboweling as their hellish tortures.
Instead, for instance, they put you in a hotel in Wales on an endless rainy afternoon, before the bar has opened, one channel available on the television, and one book available -- a worn romance novel with half the pages missing -- and nowhere else to go except the one movie theater in town which is showing something in French with lots of umbrellas and subtitles. Or they put you in a lecture hall with a demon showing slides of his last vacation -- over and over again:
"- this is when we were in the Fifth Circle, only you can't see where we stayed, it was just off to the left there, and this is that funny couple we met, you'd never believe it, they lived on the Icy Plains of Doom just next door to -"
So, as your self-appointed torturer showing you vacation slides, I feel a bit better about myself in that you have the option to escape.
On that note, here's the last few pics I'm going to post. Hope you have enjoyed.
Oh, and in case you didn't read it here, this is the link to the Denver Post review I wrote on "The Skin of Our Teeth." Now, on with the torture:
There really is a (fuckin' huge) alligator in the center of this pic. We were driving by and had to stop, along with all the other idiot tourists and get a pic. One dumbass redneck kid from like Georgia or Florida tossed a rock or two at it from way too close. I was hoping to get an action shot, but no luck. :)
I totally had a shot of my brother and his son crashed out, but i made too much noise getting my camera.
My sister Jill and John Alex hiding behind her in Savannah.
John and Eric with some dead guy statue in one of those squares in Savannah.
Savannah's Cotton Exchange.
A cool t-shirt store in Hilton Head with parrots chilling out in one corner.
And, for once, I actually got a shot of John Alex smiling and not trying to hide from the camera. :)
Last but not least, here's the view from the condo balcony near evening, when the dolphin-watching boat would take tourists out. You could see dolphins surfacing near the boat right there, as if they were trained dogs or something.
Thanks for putting up with all this. :)