BVI: Moon over My Baby

And I leave the BVIs with a random assortment of hijinx on the seas...

Sharing a tight space with these three beauties... not too shabby.

 Killing time playing nautical trivia pursuit... yep, it exists, nautical trivia.

Paddleboard : 1, Heather : 0

 Some people are natural sailors (looking good in natural light)

Others lack basic skills, like boarding the boat... yeah can someone throw me a freakin rope?

 Dinner at the Virgin Gourda Yacht Club had us all feeling like we owned a mother f'ing BOAT.

Little late afternoon work out on the front deck... so hot right now.

Three dudes standing on a distant outcrop...

Merman... Merman

Matt insisted he could fart enough to turn the pool into a natural hot spring... so warm and soothing.

This one is going in the shadow box o memories.

 See Hattie, your parents WERE cool and crazy.

One day the International Olympic Committee will authorize Men's Synchronized Swimming, even though I am not a particularly strong swimmer.

My Captain, my captain... I finally organized the ropes... isn't it beautiful?... the elegance of the coil, the gracefulness of the lay...

Last night before we sailed back to real life... and for you forensic photography analysts... YES, I am standing on my tippy toes. I specifically told the darn waiter "take the picture, above the ankles, ABOVE the ankles"

Seriously... this was not a trip with friends, this was an adventure with family... LOVE you guys.