As I planned my trip to South Carolina in my head, I thought about comfort logistics. A beach, some hiking, running, walking, beachcombing. That would be about it. I thought about the flight. Six days on the beach would not require much in the suitcase. In fact, I thought, why take a suitcase?
And so I did not. I took a smallish overnight bag and a largish (to me) purse. I left behind my laptop and my camera: an exercise in experiencing the here and now that we nowdays so often overlook while in pursuit of the perfect photo or news headline. I took three very small books: Collections of Samuel Coleridge, Steinbeck's Of Mice and Men , (which, until I read this evening's Book Club email, I thought was this month's title. Apparently we were to read Flowers for Algernon. Huh.), and my small KJV Bible. (It fits into a side pocket of my overnight quite nicely. )
I wore a comfy pair of shoes on the plane. I had running shoes/wardrobe in my overnight, plus a pair of linen capris, a pair of linen pants, three shirts, and my jammies. Yep. That's it.
I keep a perpetually-packed bag in my closet for any rhyme or reason. Who knows when you will be invited to flit to Tahiti on a moment's notice? (I have never been to Tahiti, but my brother Bob once gave me six days' notice to fly well into the Arctic Circle with him, a few years ago.) A scout is always prepared. In it I keep any essentials for health and beauty: the toiletries, the sunscreen, the aspirin, the tissues, a pair of socks and undies (did I just use a word from back in the 50s?), and so on. I tossed this in my overnight bag, and...
...And so I went south! I was one of the few, if not the only one, who deplaned and walked right out into the fresh air without a glance at baggage claim.
More to come...Hilton Head Island Fun And Games.