We had our own private entrance from the porch where we took our breakfast each morning.
We pedaled around the corner to American Seasons for a dinner of buttery steak topped with...whipped bone marrow!! and chicken fried Lobster. Yummy. We took our full bellies on the road, which led to the beach.
On an island, all roads lead to the beach.
A HUGE thanks to my parents, Piggy and Dirt, for staying with the rascals and not feeding them a single vegetable in our absence. Hey! What are grandparents for? No, really. A. Huge. Thanks.