A Taste of the Weekend

Spud, our table's mascot at the crawfish boil.

The sun beginning to set on the ferry home from Kismet. 

There was also some great company and conversation, a 19.75 mile bike ride, and the healing powers of all of the following:  friends, laughter, the rays of the sun, the sound of the ocean, and the feeling of sand between my toes. More pictures to follow. UPDATE:  Crawfish pics.