We're here with various family members and baby drools in a nice three-bedroom condo on the Isle of Palms, SC, essentially Charleston. I snapped the photo from our balcony.
That's the Atlantic Ocean straight ahead, beyond the nipples.
The cargo ship, we estimate, is several miles away and the horizon, according to the specific horizon-figuring formula my brother has memorized, involving square roots, eyeball parameters, and an abacus made from cartographer bunions, is six-to-seven miles out.
My brother also has anecdotes about egg farts, available on request. Serves six.
For similar views of our beach, we're camped approximately one block to the left of The JammerCam, provided by a local watering hole. Click their "SurfCam" for the best exposures. Photos refresh every five seconds at http://jammercam.com/.
We stroll by the JammerCam twice per day. Look for us; we'll wave.
Feels like 100+ degrees outside. Ben & Jerry's across the street. Late night shopping at the Piggly Wiggly. What more could we want?
Oh, okay, we'd like a WigglyCam.
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