We endured this...
to get to this.We traveled for 8 hours yesterday from the Land of High Taxes to the grand Commonwealth of Virginia, stopping in a little town that claims to be near the Mason Dixon Line. The sign also said it was the beginning of The South. Having lived among the Blues for nearly 2 years and the Grays for most of 40, I'll buy that.
Let me tell you about our experience in the Hampton Inn last night. We've never spent a sleepless night in a Hampton Inn, being all ga-ga over their bedding, their bathroom vanities, the free breakfast and travel points Curt earns. But last night, we were sleepless. I was downright mad as a hornet. I swear, a circus of acrobats was staying on the floor above us. The stomp stomp stomping went on for half the night. I read read read for part of that half and tried to sleep sleep sleep for the other. When I finally did drift off, I had mad dreams thanks to Scarlett and her adventures in Ireland. She was pregnant last night, then (spoiler alert) she had a baby girl. I found myself thinking I was preggars. Um, no. Ach. So, by the time I woke this morning at 7:30, I was still exhausted, what with having childbirth by knife and all.
Thank goodness Scarlett has recovered from that experience.
So, we hit the road today, heading through the Chesapeake Bay Bridge/Tunnels, and got stuck in traffic for a good 90 minutes at least. By the time we arrived at OBX, we were ready to eat our elbows. Last year we came here over Roanoke Island and didn't sit for even a minute. You can bet what Rhett's - um, Curt's - looking for on Google Maps tonight.
At any rate, we arrived. We. ARRIVED.
Let me tell you about our experience in the Hampton Inn last night. We've never spent a sleepless night in a Hampton Inn, being all ga-ga over their bedding, their bathroom vanities, the free breakfast and travel points Curt earns. But last night, we were sleepless. I was downright mad as a hornet. I swear, a circus of acrobats was staying on the floor above us. The stomp stomp stomping went on for half the night. I read read read for part of that half and tried to sleep sleep sleep for the other. When I finally did drift off, I had mad dreams thanks to Scarlett and her adventures in Ireland. She was pregnant last night, then (spoiler alert) she had a baby girl. I found myself thinking I was preggars. Um, no. Ach. So, by the time I woke this morning at 7:30, I was still exhausted, what with having childbirth by knife and all.
Thank goodness Scarlett has recovered from that experience.
So, we hit the road today, heading through the Chesapeake Bay Bridge/Tunnels, and got stuck in traffic for a good 90 minutes at least. By the time we arrived at OBX, we were ready to eat our elbows. Last year we came here over Roanoke Island and didn't sit for even a minute. You can bet what Rhett's - um, Curt's - looking for on Google Maps tonight.
At any rate, we arrived. We. ARRIVED.
And check this out - some wild people dug a huge hole in the sand today. They took the treasure, apparently, but the boys didn't notice. They took turns diving into the hole and climbing out, all Army style. They're so awesome.
But mostly, they body surfed. Camden was just so amazing, the way he took care of Benjy, keeping him nearby, playing with him, actually having a blast with his sometimes-pesty younger brother. 
Fearless is what they are. That makes me nervous. But I'm glad they're living. LIVING, not sitting and watching the life. That's for me. Well, I live in my books, but I do enjoy watching life. Life is good like that.
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