Posts Tagged ‘rituals’

Just got back from an eight night camping trip to beautiful Hunting Island State Park near Beaufort, South Carolina. I have always loved camping. And we are real campers–that means tents, and in this case no electric hook-up.

Now this tent is a palace and my husband, Michael, is wonderful to camp with, so organized, all I have to do is pack the linens and towels. But this trip laid us low… Temps in the high 90s during the day, only about 80 degrees at night and high humidity.

The only thing that made it bearable was the beautiful water–80 degrees and a wonderfully changing surf with two high and low tides per day. Michael enjoyed hunting for shark’s teeth every morning; he found over a hundred during our seven day stay.

But frankly, we were in survival mode most of the time. The heat limited our enjoyment of the wonderful seafood. But we had our favorite fried dill pickles at the MoonDoggies Cafe in Port Royal, wonderful crab cakes at Boondocks, and incredible shrimp and flounder at The Shrimp Shack.

So are our camping days over? No way, we set off for northern Michigan in seven days! And this trip will be graced with the awesome trifecta of daughter Sadie, and her friends, Katie and Zoe.


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I am writing this from Three Rivers, MI where my husband, Michael, is eagerly awaiting the arrival of fellow antique outboard motor enthusiasts who are attending a meet and swap in nearby Constantine. Tomorrow I will sit in the shade, reading or knitting, enjoying the sights (motors and boats), sounds (from the sweet putt-putts to the screaming of the racing engines) and smells (blue smoke and bratwurst). (Actually it is hot dogs and hamburgers, but I like alliteration and bratwurst.) I won’t be able to post pictures until after I get home, because I forgot the camera cord!

It is great to have a husband who has obsessions-antique outboards, aluminum boats, gardening, rocks and minerals. I was going to say that my interests aren’t as expensive, but I suppose if I added up my sewing, spinning, knitting and beading supplies over the years, I could give him a run for his money. (Yes, a bad pun.) His obsessions keep him busy and happy and if I go to the Constantine Super Meet, he will put in some time with me at a fiber destination.

Even though it can get beastly hot and humid here in the Midwest, I love the smell of clover in bloom, the sound of crickets and cicadas, the taste of fresh berries and sweet corn. This is our third year at Constantine and it has earned a place as one of our rituals of summer. I will be bringing you more of my summer rituals in future posts. In the meantime, why don’t you share some of your summer rituals with me. Leave a comment below.

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