So our vacation, it was good. (Is there such a thing as a bad vacation? I suppose there is.) As I mentioned the other day, we rented a beach house with J.P.’s mom and his oldest brother and family. In all, there were nine of us. It seems like nine people would really be a house full, but not in this house. It had six bedrooms, 5.5 baths, seven TVs, and wraparound decks on every level. There were rooms in the house that I literally never set foot in, and on the first day it was easy to get disoriented (if not outright lost) on one of its four levels.
Want to see what I mean? Check out the photos. No, I didn’t take these myself–why bother when there are good photos already available?
Other than renting the house itself, we had no plans and no schedule. It was wonderful. On the day that the guys golfed, we girls went shopping in the quaint little town nearby. I didn’t buy anything but I did snap a few photos, including the one above.
Of course, we spent a fair amount of time at the beach. Our house was probably about two blocks away, and it had a golf cart that we could park right at the beach access point. It really came in handy when we hauled our assorted umbrellas, chairs, towels, etc., down to the sand. And Maggie liked it too:
She sat on the floor of the cart and stuck her head out the side. I had to put my leg up just to keep her in. But apparently I didn’t do a very good job, because at one point she jumped out. She was on the retractable leash, and I had it locked on its shortest setting. Generally, that’s a good thing. But when the dog jumps out of a moving vehicle while on a very short leash? Not so good. I let go of it as soon as I could, but she still did a roll or two and got a bit skinned up. Thankfully, it didn’t seem to bother her.
We spent one day at Hammocks Beach State Park. It’s on an island that’s only accessible by boat, and they only allow a specified number of people on the island each day. Here’s a shot to give you an idea how many people were there.
And these two were both with us! It reminded J.P. and me of one of the beaches we visited in Hawaii. But the Hawaiian beach required a drive through a sugar cane field and included directions that referenced a monkeypod tree as a landmark. Fortunately, taking the ferry to this beach was a lot easier. I was glad we went there late in the week because we spent about five hours on the beach, and despite slathering sunscreen all over myself I still got burned. In fact, it’s still a little painful three days later.
Our drive home was uneventful except for traffic, of course. It seemed like half the cars on the road had OBX stickers on the back and luggage strapped to the roof. When they finally invent hover cars, I think J.P. will be one of the first in line to buy one.
The vacation wouldn’t be complete without one last adventure. We rented a minivan for the trip, and J.P. and his mom were getting ready to return it today. They went outside, and he made one last sweep through it to be sure we got everything out. Then he shut the back hatch and realized that the keys were locked inside. Back to reality.