I really shouldn't complain. It's not like we've had days of below-freezing temps and inches or feet of snow. The featureless wet/cold of winter here wears on my nerves. It sneaks up on you and eventually sneaks away.
I've been cruising the web for beach vacation stuff. Just looking really. Destin is six hours due south and Savannah is six hours due east. Seven if you loaf but then I need a half-day nap to recover.
The health and safety issues around car camping are real considerations, especially if I go alone.
Ah, youth.
Once upon a time, I drove to Cape Cod with some friends not considering staying overnight. Young overindulging fools slept in a hole in the sand on the beach. Rousted but not arrested by the fuzz before dawn.
In the ladies' room, I stood on the toilet seat and poured a gallon of water over my head for cleanup the next day.
On the way home we had to panhandle in traffic for the Mass Turnpike toll. Sheepishly offered two postage stamps and forty-six cents to the toll officer. He took the driver's license info and waved us on to face a ticket later.
It was a fine night for a beach walk.
1 comment:
sleeping on the beach ... we did that one night with a two year old and me pregnant with our second!
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