If you ever travel to Tybee Island, Georgia, and find you’ve packed your suitcase too full and something has to get left behind, leave your pants.

Nobody wears them.

Especially not women.

I found that I have packed way too many articles of clothing that cover my lower body. Seriously every female being that wanders past our condo is sans pants and usually sans shirts. Friends, we’re not AT the beach yet. We’re NEAR the beach. It’s a big difference and it demands you put on some pants.

I can see where they’d be tempted, though, as I’m sitting here at 8 AM in a T-shirt on our little deck looking at the beach. That’s 8 in the morning, in case you missed it, Washington. I don’t think there’s ever been an 8 AM in Washington that didn’t require at least a hoodie. People here start their days bright and early with very little clothing and retain that same level of near nudity until dark. After that I’m not sure what they do in regards to clothing. I went inside. If you’re ok with that much chubble flapping around in broad daylight, I don’t want to know what you’re comfortable with after dark.

Anyway, it’s beautiful here. Every morning the beach is empty and
peaceful.

And then by mid-morning it looks like this

Things really get hopping. Overall though, despite leaving all their modesty neatly packed away in their luggage, people are nice. It’s a calm, friendly, clean, sunny place.

I’m going to go grab some coffee and continue to enjoy my view, but I’ll leave you with a few more photos of our day at the beach.

Happy spring, everyone!