hilton head.

Last weekend, we went on a spur-of-the-moment camping trip to Hilton Head Island.


Turns out camping just meant sleeping outside, as we were at a gorgeous house that had giant wrap-around porches and a dock overlooking the marsh, twenty feet in the air.

We ate s'mores and cloud-gazed, drove around the dark woods in a topless jeep and fell asleep on the dock with down comforters. Maybe more my style of camping, anyway.