Beaufort

On account of the surrounding loveliness, Ari and I took a spontaneous trip to Beaufort on Saturday. We of course had to pick up some fresh donuts for the ride and then off we went.

We took approximately one wrong turn and found ourselves at this little abandoned farm house.

Then we visited the Sheldon church ruins.

Once in Beaufort we wandered aimlessly, had a tasty lunch, saw what we deemed to be an underwhelming proposal (he could have at least left his Harley shirt at home and thrown on a button down) and enjoyed walking along the water.

Later, we had ice cream and took it with us to the marina.

On our way back to the car, we brushed up on our Grandma Ruth trespassing skills and therefore enjoyed a number of garden views and some teeny tiny citrus fruits.