It’s a gray morning here. I’m thinking the beach doesn’t want us to leave any more than we want to leave. The weatherman is calling for thunderstorms. Fun in the sun is over for a few weeks.
It’s been a good vacation. Lots of beach time, too many beers, too much good food. It has been a real vacation, not just a stay at our beach house for a week vacation. We almost acted like tourists, except we know some locals and know the best times to go shopping, or to dinner.
In the 4 years we’ve owned this place, this is the first time we’ve actually been here when it’s been warm enough to swim in the ocean. We had such fun doing that yesterday and hanging out with old and new friends who drove down from Richmond.
The beaches here aren’t crowded at all. Everyone drove their trucks on to the sand and we just hung out, swimming, talking, playing frisbee, drinking beer. It was one of the best days we’ve had this vacation.
Now, on this gloomy morning, there’s laundry and packing to do. There will be a struggle to get the animals in the truck. Neither ever seems to want to leave here. Pockets will run and hide and it will take us half an hour and lots of trickery to get him out. Willow will have to be picked up and put in her kennel because she won’t go willingly. Our animals are like us, they want to live at the beach full-time also.
Saying good-bye to Paradise Place and heading back to the real world…