We spent the last week in the Outer Banks of North Carolina. We rented a house in Avon, which turned out to be just the right place for us. Although Dad and Jordan were unable to join us because of work commitments, we had a fun family time at the beach. Here are a few of my favorite beach related pictures of our time there.
Knightley and David on one of our daily evening beach walks.
Knightley cracked me up on the beach because he always ended up with a sand beard.
Supermom Melissa managed with both Harry and Phoebe. Harry couldn’t manage to keep his clothes dry on the evening walks. He wanted to play in the waves anytime he was close to the water’s edge.
Mom with Jethro who was able to make the trip from Mississippi (once, of course, he finally was persuaded to get out of the car).
Growing up in Florida, I thought all you needed to bring to the beach was a towel, book, and a fountain Diet Coke to drink. I openly mocked tourists lugging fifty pounds of gear to the beach. Well, my sixteen year old self would have been openly mocking thirty-five year old me on the beach in the Outer Banks. It turns out if you have two black dogs, they need something for shade and lots of water. A baby appreciates shade. Toddlers need toys. Chairs are more comfortable than towels. A cooler with cold beverages is awfully refreshing. So I lugged it all to and from the beach house. I didn’t mind, because I loved hanging out with Knightley and Jethro in the shade.
Phoebe enjoyed sleeping in the shade too:
Harry didn’t need shade. He insisted he had too much work to do on the beach involving his shovel. He sure put Mimi to work too:
Knightley even had to supervise:
Fortunately, Sarah could join us for a few days during the week. Medical school starts back much sooner than the law school, so she had teaching commitments requiring her early return to Chapel Hill.
The ocean was fairly rough the entire week. The waves broke almost directly onto the shoreline, which meant many falls.
It was rather humorous that after all of Harry’s falls, he would run back to the towels with this look on his face:
Sunday through Wednesday, the swimming was perfect once you made it past the breakers. Thursday, it rained, and Friday it turned much, much cooler. Still though, not a bad week at the beach. Avon, where we stayed was great because it wasn’t overly crowded. There is nothing I hate more than a crowded beach. I prefer the beach when you don’t have other people blocking your view of the ocean. I love watching happy Harry play on the beach and happy dogs running on the beach. Fortunately, there was exactly what our Outer Banks week was about.