We felt crazy. As in, wow, who knew we would wake up on a morning like any other and fall asleep that night in a tent by the beach?
Shaking off the incapacitated-by-small-folk feeling that often overcomes us and whispers in our ears to stay put on a typical weekend, we threw our camping things in the car and headed to the Outer Banks for two nights. Who knew so many good memories could be made in less than forty-eight hours?
Perhaps uncharacteristically, we opted for an all-bells-and-whistles-included KOA campground. It had a zero-entry pool, plenty of play structures, a gigantic bouncer, and mini golf, all next to the beach. Finn and Lachlan were delighted. The only challenge was finding a cool place to take a nap. We opted for a drive, finally finding the only? shade tree on the island and parking ourselves under it. The boys snoozed. We read our books while sipping iced coffee. It was almost like a date.
On the drive home, while looking for a restroom, we serendipitously drove past a refurbished, 1950's-era mini amusement park in Rocky Mount. One dollar train and carousel rides, a water park, and ice cream. With happy hearts, we hopped in the car for the last stretch home, excited to listen to Sparkle Stories.
We should do crazy things like that more often.
