There were rumors and reports of snow back in Greenville. It wasn’t exactly my definition of a “white Christmas.” To me, a white Christmas is when you wake up and everything is covered in snow. However, I wasn’t going to be picky – snow is snow, and I would have enjoyed it all the same. The simple fact was that I was going to miss it all together. It was a warm 70 degrees down here.
The day began with the Wright family tradition of wrapping everything under the sun and putting it under the tree. They love to wrap/unwrap packages. It’s fun. This year Santa brought me life vests so I could take friends kayaking and a cool remote helicopter with built in camera.
I spent a good bit of the day learning how to fly the ‘copter. The resolution on the camera is only 640X480 for stills and 320X240 for video. There was lots of crashing, but I managed to get a few shots and not knock too many ornaments off the tree. Here are a couple from when we were outside…
These were taken right before it crashed into a tree and had to be retrieved with a kayak paddle.
I took some of the best video clips and pieced them together into following YouTube clip. From this it’s obvious I still need flying lessons.
This was supposed to be our last nice warm day, so I took the kayak out for a paddle. The wind was brisk, but the waves weren’t nearly as high as yesterday. I made it out to the spoil islands and paddled along the mangroves on the ocean side of the Indian River.
The river was a bit more crowded today, as guys rushed out to try out fishing and boating gear they got for Christmas. I had to wait at the main channel to let some of the boat traffic clear before I could cross back to our neighborhood. By the time I was almost back the wind had really picked up, and I was glad I was almost home.
Laura and Amy cooked a huge turkey for dinner. We stuffed ourselves, watched “Miracle on 34th Street” and collapsed in a tryptophan-induced coma.