The last beach trip

I hate the last beach trip of the summer. I always feel like a little bit of me is left there. I hate that drive home. Then I settle in to dreading a long cold winter. Normally, I would try and sneak in one more trip, but we have big plans in the next month, and it won't happen this year.

Let me just start by saying that my kids and I must be the slowest travelers on the planet. Being in the car with the little one is similar to the end of the world for him. Preston is a great rider, Grant- you've got 15 minutes to get there. We left my mom's at 12:30, and then took five and a half HOURS to drive 207 miles. I will say we made a pit stop at Bass Pro Shop and took our time, but still...



Once we got camp set up, and took the boys down to the main strip to see the water and walk on the pier. Always a good time of running and checking out the catch of the day. Mainly just crabs that day.







We wandered down the boardwalk some and got ice cream and listened to a band until the ice cream kicked in and boys got wild. Preston has been wanting to have Grant "sleepover" in his room for a while and he finally got his wish in the camper.



The next day was a wash and rained all. Day. Long. So, we loaded kids in car seats and drove around looking for something indoors to do. We ended up at the best produce stand that had home made ice cream, and amazing produce. After we watched a truck back into a ditch and get stuck we got out of there before we got stuck in their parking lot.

At least we were rewarded for putting up with all the rain.

On Friday we made it to the beach for several hours. Preston took on boogie boarding and did amazing until the tide started coming in and wiping him out. He spent almost the entire time watching some 11/12 years olds swimming just a tad too deep for him and wishing he could be out that far.

Brandon came just in time to help the boys fish, but NOTHING was biting. We even took the kayaks out the next morning and Brandon got really frustrated that he didn't even get a bite. I blamed it on all the rain. So we spent Saturday afternoon at the beach until just before another storm rolled through.





We managed to get dinner made, but ate inside because another storm came. I think we saw more rain than sun. It ended up raining off and on all night, so we were good and wet to pack up and head home.



Preston and I made a deal before we left that if he had good behavior for the entire trip, then he could bring a hermit crab home. Meet Mr. Pinchers. Yay. Why didn't someone warn me that hermit crabs were high maintenance?