The first week in August I packed up my beach things and ran far, far away from the YMCA in an attempt to escape all the phone calls, text messages and emails from staff and patrons. By George, it was time for me to go on vacation.
This summer has been very stressful because our Aquatics Director left right at the beginning, so I have been running the entire department solo. When you have a staff made up of needy high school children it tends to be a little stressful. My vacation could not have come at a better time. I put my phone in Do Not Disturb mode, sent out threatening emails explaining what would happen to my staff if they in any way tried to contact me, and fled to an island.
I did nothing, and it was glorious. Everyday I slept in till around 10am, hit the beach until 5pm and came back to eat. Sleep, eat, layout, sleep while laying out, eat, sleep… repeat. Glorious. I did nothing but eat, sleep and read. Gosh, I wish I could go back right this second.
Nobody really knows about Fripp Island, because the only thing on the island is the beach and a little Marina store. It is secluded. The tallest building is three stories, and it is just little beach apartments. The “thing to do” is cruise the streets of Fripp on your golf cart. The biggest headache on the entire island is my little brother.
Fripp Island is also a wildlife reserve, so there are deer and gators everywhere! Despite our best efforts gator hunting we never did see one, but the deer were all over the place! They were so used to humans that we could walk right up and touch them.
There were some exciting moments thrown into the mix during vacation.
My mom, Brown and I went and got tattoos! This is my second tattoo. I got a dogwood flower on my wrist, but am having some complications with it and will have to make another journey down to Fripp to get it fixed. I don’t mind though, it’s a trip to the beach.
Jared also got a tattoo… from the road. While him and Jacob were causing trouble on the golf cart late one night, Jared was thrown out and landed on his face. Luckily, he had on his glasses which we believe saved his eye! He walked right into the house and nobody noticed a thing. I saw that his shirt was a little dirty, but Jacob has the tendency to drive through every puddle in the road so I thought nothing of it. That all changed when Jared walked out and mom started screaming. That was my que to find the first aid supplies. I didn’t even see his face or arm before I started scrounging up hydrogen peroxide and bandages. I just knew.
He had a pretty deep gash about his eye, but the closest ER was a solid 20 miles out, so we decided he would survive with a Band-Aid. His right arm was covered in road rash and tore up from the floor up. He took having peroxide poured on his arm like a champ, but he did warn us to stand back because he wasn’t sure he could control his urge to punch things.
It always happens to Jared.
The second I would walk outside my camera lens would fog up because of the humidity. I should have just claimed I put an awesome filter on the photo… but no, its humidity. Hello, Carolinas. This picture also doesn’t do his mangled face justice. Imagine cauliflower ear (that puffy ear thing MMA fighters get) and put it on Jared’s face. That’s what it looked like.
It was a great vacation, and exactly what I needed.