When I say "going to the beach," I mean Kitty Hawk and our family's trailer, but for the first time in my life, this summer I was a beach orphan because the trailer has moved on to another family. Of course, this is a first-world problem, or "problem" I should say, but our dear neighbor, McLeod, has her own "going to the beach" traditions and she was kind enough to invite us to join in. Luckily for us, she has an old Nags Head cottage on the beach. The set-up is a bit like camping in a wooden tent. There's no AC, bathrooms are enclosed and fully plumbed but located in an enclosure on the porch accessed by walking outside, and the shower "drains" through the decking and into the sand.
It was hot and we had to be super-quiet in the mornings because the house was full of other sleepers, but we had a blast. The waves rocked us to sleep each night and McLeod and her friends were so welcoming and seemed to enjoy our rowdiness!
the porch at daybreak
equally beautiful just before bed
Setting sail for a sunset cruise on the Downeast Rover from Maneto.
Once out of the harbor, Jed got to help hoist the sails.
Macon with his first hole-in-one!
And while visiting Mutiny Bay Mini-Golf, we spotted a bald eagle!
at Bodie Island Lighthouse
too hot to climb: the heat index inside the lighthouse was 100+
spotting what we're sure is the world's largest grasshopper
watching fish and crabs in the marsh
It was not the same and we all missed the trailer, but we got out beach fix for the summer and are forever grateful to McLeod for helping us start a transition toward new beach traditions!
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I love the pictures of the sun coming up over the ocean and the boys "touching" the top of the lighthouse. Macon had said the sailboat trip was boring, but he didn't look like he was bored!
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