In September, we took a weeklong vacation to Hilton Head Island with my family. We had a great time lounging on the beach, kayaking, discovering some amazing local restaurants and of course golf (Brandon) and shopping (me). Like any Wethington family vacation, there were also a couple intense, late-night rounds of Taboo.
But some of the most entertaining parts of the trip were when we could live vicariously through Esteban’s many “firsts,” from his initial, hesitant step into the ocean to his realization that Southern dog parks, while full of new and different dogs and lined with Spanish moss-draped live oaks instead of our native walnut and maple, could nonetheless entertain him for hours.
To get an idea of how entertaining all of this was, one must see the photos.
First, the dog park, where he quickly found buddies who are as fond of wrestling as he is and of course gravitated right toward the muddy pit.
We spent a lot of time at Folly Field Beach, one of the many beautiful (and mostly dog-friendly) public beaches in Hilton Head Island. Esteban had never seen the ocean, so we were curious how he would react. He did not know what to make of the foamy water as it rolled in and at first did not want to get in the water. By the end of the week, he was was diving right in, swimming and basically matting his hair to the point of looking like Johnny Depp Pirates of the Caribbean.