Mom and dad had a chance to get out and explore the area
recently, and have come across some pretty cool things. The Chapel of
Ease, the ruins of an old church nearby, looks kind of scary.
The
lighthouse pictures are from Hunting Island, and this is one of South
Carolina's only lighthouses that you can actually climb up. The very
top isn't accessible, but mom and dad were able to get all the way up to
the observation deck that rings the outside of the structure just below the windows at
the top.
Mom said dad freaked when they got to the top and stepped out onto the deck. What a sissy. I guess he eventually started breathing again, and walked around the whole thing with her. Apparently he let go of the railing long
enough to take some pictures, including this one of the beach and picnic area. Where we moved to isn't quite as close to a beach as they'd like to be, but it's not a bad drive.
This is a view of the steps in the lighthouse, a dizzying spiral that worms its way to the top, with a small landing at each level.
I think I'm really starting to like this deck thing. The other day I was sitting in front of the closed sliders, staring off into space as I'm known to do, and I caught a glimpse of a long-haired Siamese-looking neighbor. Mom and dad opened the sliders for me, and as I stepped outside I noticed a black and gray tabby as well. The two of them were either playing with each other, or hunting one of the many birds that I see flitting back and forth out there in the trees and low brush.
Once I get outside I like to pace back and forth, looking for the best spot to sit and take in everything. And no, they still haven't put anything soft out there for me.
If you look real hard in this picture you can see the little white blob off in the background. That's the Siamese one that dad says he's seen several times since we've been here. Sometimes I wish I was able to get out there and join them, but then I get bored and just go back inside to sleep.
Here I am, basking in the rays out on my new screened-in deck/porch/whatever-the-hell-you-call-it. Mom and dad think it's funny how sometimes I sit on the carpet just inside the sliders, looking out. I heard them talking last night about putting something soft out here for me to lay on. Isn't it amazing how we can have them so wrapped around our little paws?