Fort Moultrie is not nearly as demented as its doggy namesake.

Sage pays a visit to Marley Z.Z. We miss her, and make do. It thunders. Dad arrives.

crabs

You is not having frobscottle?

Captain Najork

Sage ponders the meaning of rot.
Rot busted.
Thats us in the middle.

While we slept in the car,

stripped to the boneybones.
mike arrives by bicycle, New Orleans to Charleston, tells of Mr. Bob's Hired Sportsmen.
Set to rights, freshly painted. Note lack of mold.
What he is a'thinkin, he doesn't know himself
the noble dog

In which we meet a small boat stuffed with moldy cushions, moldy plates, and mold.

The gumbo.
proud skip.
overwhelmed with the gumbo.
Uncle Heron, the resident nosey P.
addressing the gumbo.

Flight of the Buffoonblebee

Seahorse Stands for South

I aint no tourist, see?

and just like that, Long Island: short beach and west meadow

Departin from the Garden of Good Eatin, Indianola, Washington, to pastures unknown and warmer.