Going To The Rock

We are heading to Prudence Island for a little while

Or as I like to refer to it, "The Rock".

You see, there is nothing there but houses.

No stores, no restaurants, no bars, nothing, nada, zilch.

Sometimes it will drive you batty - others - just what the Dr. ordered.

Arriving can get a little frazzling - you see, the only way to get there is by boat, and if the seas are not cooperating, it can be quite a rough adventure.

Then, upon actual arrival, with many, many, many bags and food and kids and liquor and coolers and dog in tow (did I mention there are no stores on the island?) we must navigate the gazillion mile, upward slanted dock . . . with twists and turns and . . .

Then it's time to unpack and unload and set up house.

Everyone has a chore and helps out, even Little Miss B.

When all the unpacking and unloading is done, we can finally have some fun.

Maybe take a ride on the jetskis . . .

Or swing on the swings . . .

Mr. P likes to go clamming and do a little fishing . . .

And at the end of it all, it's time to just plain, old RELAX and enjoy the views . . .

. . . And the Setting Sun . . .

Have a wonderful week

I'll be catching up when we return . . . If we return . . .