Yay! They get to ride in a school bus! Finally!
Except it's not a school bus. It's a camp bus.
Except it's not a bus, but a converted truck bed with a canopy, rails, and benches.
Whatever. Close enough!
We got there early, and the bus was late, so we entertained ourselves with photography and Rock, Paper, Scissors.
(Having only one child when you're used to three is like a vacation all in itself!)
Notice the highway? Yep. That's it. Queen's Highway. One road, two lanes, 110 miles long, many towns, 8,654 bone-jarring potholes, a few stop signs, and zero stoplights.
Not. One. Stoplight. ON THE ENTIRE ISLAND.
Now you know why we really moved here.
Phoebe and I waved goodbye, Georgia ignored them as usual, and we walked back home to find our own adventures.