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.