After our Friday night walk, I was off to the hot-tub, a luxury I do not have at home.
I had been trying to get there all week, but had been *WAY* too tired, or otherwise occupied. And so, Beer in hand, I went to dip myself into hot water.
I met an older couple from Delaware, a young couple from Virginia, and a pair of College girls from Raleigh.
After they all left, I had a little time to work the vacation tension out of my system, finish my beer, and then back to the room.
Saturday we packed up and left. I ran into an old friend in the parking lot, which surprised me – of course, only I could go to Atlantic Beach and run into someone I know from Raleigh.
The drive home was pleasant, and then we unpacked, discovered all the fish lived, and are now catching up on everything.
It’s good to be home.