A couple of days into the trip, my parents, affectionately known as the Aged Ps (a name referenced from Great Expectations), met us in Georgia.
I have no idea at what they were all looking.
Everyone but me found beautiful sand dollars. Look though I might, I never found a whole one that wasn't alive. Punch was particularly proud of his and let me know, in no uncertain terms, that it belonged to him, not me.
During the early part of the week, the afternoon air was filled with a low rumbling thunder. Most of the days, it amounted to nothing, but a couple of them ended with the sky breaking open in some pretty major thunderstorms. Needless to say, I spent a lot of time with my eye on the clouds.
