Last week, the Beloved and I journeyed back to the Piedmont to head to a family beach vacation on the Outer Banks of North Carolina with her mom (MOMPAT) and my immediate family.
We actually started at MOMPAT’s house in Richmond, Virginia and the three of us drove down to OBX. It was a pretty fun drive, especially when we stopped in the Peanut Capital of the Universe that is Wakefield, Virginia for lunch (including peanut pie) and stocked up on peanuts for the week at the very awesome Adam’s Peanuts. I wanted to get a country ham, perhaps ignoring the fact that we already had one in the car. I mean, you can’t have too much country ham can you?
I mean, it was a fun drive until we hit the TWENTY MILE BACK-UP getting onto the Banks. Oof. That only took about two extra hours to get through. Did I mention the A/C gave out on MOMPAT’s car and that it was 95 degrees? Let’s not dwell.
We got to the house that we’d rented and it was very nice. Right on the newly reclaimed beach of South Nag’s Head. Great view from the back deck.
It was a pretty good week – hot and humid, most days were in the low 90s, but had a good breeze coming (mostly) off the ocean, so it usually wasn’t so bad. We had one good thunderstorm, which was sort of fun for the Beloved and I as that doesn’t really happen here in San Diego.
There were pretty standard beach week activities – reading, sleeping, eating, — and of course a nightly happy hour. We didn’t fish, but we did check out the new 1000 foot Jannette’s Pier, which was sort of a curious cross of fishing pier-information center and gift shop. I don’t know if this young redhead was catching anything, but if not, it wasn’t for a lack of effort.
One day, my brother, the Beloved and I took a trip down along the Cape Hatteras National Seashore to see the lighthouses along the coast at Bodie Island and Cape Hatteras. They’re pretty awesome. We had hoped to climb Hatteras, but the good people at the National Park Service had closed down the stairs because it was >105 degrees inside the 200+ ft stairwell. Wusses.
Another event was one of my favorites a trip to play miniature golf at the very awesomely named “Jurassic Putt”. I mean seriously, “Jurassic Putt”? That’s genius.
All in all, it was a really good week, naturally seeming to go much more quickly than you’d think.
Though I will have to admit that after 10 days in the 90/90 heat and humidity of the East Coast, the 60-degree San Diego night that greeted us upon our arrival was pretty welcome.