Crab Pots

These crab pots live down Redart.  I visited them when Middle Sister was here and we were taking in the local sights.

I'm feeling a little crabby myself today.  It's back to the crazy pace of post-Christmas Normal Life.  Although I've had to work the past week, traffic has been light, and the workplace has been quiet and slow. That will all change today.

There are three basketball games this week.  So, after the long, full days of work, we'll be busy cheering in the stands several evenings this week.

Last but not least, this is my final week of being able to say I'm in my forties.  How in the world it is possible for me to be halfway to 100 years old is well beyond my comprehension.

Sigh.

Tin Can Alley

This quaint cottage sits on a prime piece of real estate on Gwynn's Island in an area known as Tin Can Alley. Middle Sis and I drove over here on a little sightseeing tour when she was home for Christmas.

Our grandmother used to take us swimming here when we were kids. Click here for that story, written back in 2008 when this blog was just a baby. The post also references this as a public access, which has been up for much very heated debate of late.  I'll steer clear of that argument and only say that when I was a child, it was never an issue to go swimming there.

Also, these pictures were taken from the road, so I wasn't trespassing. I promise.

Happy 2015.