The kids and I left at 9:00 on Friday, headed for North Carolina. We ran to Dunkin Donuts for coffee, then we ran back home because Jackson left his camera in the backyard, then we started for real at about 9:45. I had pulled up a Mapquest which had me going east and then curving through Pennsylvania and heading south to North Carolina. That was fine by me since I didn't really want to drive through the Smoky Mountains. So, on Friday, I drove through Chicago, across Indiana (yes, there is more than corn in Indiana; there are also soybeans), across Ohio (70 mph speed limit, nice roads, and great rest stops like every 50 yards). I drove through Pennsylvania. (Holy cow the hills! The winding hills! The kids kept complaining that their ears were popping and I was gripping the steering wheel like a crazy woman because of the winding hills and the rain and the rush hour traffic. Pennsylvania really slowed me down.) I also drove through Maryland, stopping in Clear Spring for the night at 10:00.
We got up, had breakfast, spilled maple syrup all over the place, locked ourselves out of our room, and got back on the road by 9:00 Eastern time (lost an hour there!) We drove through the entire state of Virginia at the whopping speed of 10 mph. There were two accidents that we ran into. We sat there in temps over 100 degrees while the car started to overheat necessitating the use of the heater. In 100 degree weather. Fun.
Then we inched along in traffic and rain the entire way to our rental house. Literally. We didn't get there until 9:00 at night. Twelve hours to drive through Virginia and into North Carolina. That sucked.
Yesterday, I followed some cars onto a beach because I'm stupid. I don't have four wheel drive. I don't have any business trying to drive a huge van in sand. Several yards down the beach, I realized my mistake and tried to turn around so I could go back. I got stuck. The nice beach sheriff helped us dig out and told me to let air out of my tires. He led me over the more packed areas of sand and we almost made it off the beach. Until I stuck again. This time, it was really bad. The sheriff suggested I call a tow truck. I bet he goes out with his buddies after his shift and tells tales of the stupid tourists who get stuck every day. Anyway, a nice guy from Virgina with a big ole truck and a tow rope took pity on me as I was lying in the sand, digging away like an armadillo, and he pulled us out.
Three of my kids have been stung by jellyfish. Yes, there was peeing going on.
I lost 200 pictures that I took when I tried to transfer them to my computer. I'm still really sad about that.
But, on the bright side, we've been having a really great time! We all love the ocean! The house we're renting is fabulous! I cooked a bunch of shrimp yesterday and we ate our weight in shellfish. I'll share a few of the pictures I didn't lose...