At The Palms, one evening, staff brought out portable fire pits near the pool area. As dusk settled, guests gathered with marshmallows and chocolate bars. I told stories — how I drove from state to state, how I discovered hidden coasts, how one day I found The Palms.
We made s’mores: graham crackers, chocolate squares, toasted marshmallows. Others contributed campfire chili, cornbread muffins, spiced cider. We shared laughter, the crackle of fire, the glint of stars overhead.
The next day I awoke feeling connected — to nature, to fellow travelers, to the sea just minutes away. That night’s warmth lingered like a memory.