Before I get started ... yes, there is a Part 1 to my birthday. Because there is a Part 2. And that's how I roll.
Bald Head Island is an island of magic. It is completely removed from your everyday nonsense and has made itself an exclusive club off the coast of NC. The only way to get to the island is to be invited by a resident of the island. I even think there's a secret handshake, password, and decoder ring in there somewhere. The only way on and off the island is through an exclusive Bald Head ferry ... or if you happen to own your own yacht. There are no cars on the island; there are only golf carts. Some of which probably cost more than my car. It is quiet. Relaxed. Reserved. Southern hospitality oozes from it's pores. And my family is lucky enough to have an aunt and uncle who have a vacation home in this lap of luxury.
I was fortunate enough to celebrate my 18th on BHI with loads of friends and family. Now ten years later I thought it was time for another go-around. And that's where Joe & I found ourselves last weekend for my birthday. And as if that wasn't fabulous enough, fate aligned the stars once more and placed our godchildren's Fall Break on the same weekend. And I always say, the more the merrier.
Undisclosed location where we boarded the BHI ferry and began my birthday weekend.
This was our ride.
Had to throw this one in there. We went on a nature walk Sunday morning. I caught this shot of Joe looking like a flippin' J.Crew model. What a stud.