Gilly’s belated ocean visit, since we weren’t able to do our usual Maine trip for his 10th birthday on August 13th.
Instead, Martha’s Vineyard for his 10.5, and three unstoppable days of joy explosions, motor-butt, salt-sticks, weird creatures, excellent smells, fast girls, prancy-pants, the best clam chowder in the entire world – and one very tired, very happy, very beloved pooch who has been a joy-factory himself for over ten years now, every single day.
Still photos from the trip are here. What a beautiful place. What a joyous time for the boy.