Ahh, nothing says vacation like the beach. A place where you go just to be. Once arrived and unpacked you just wander down to the beach and hang out or do a little walk and just enjoy the glory of it. Now you can be a Type A personality at the beach and go fishing, boating, jet skiing, mini-golfing and all the other items, but not us this year. In fact, we didn't do even one of those items (except we did eat go out for seafood when we wanted). Here are some of our pictures from just hanging out at the beautiful beach of Oak Island, NC.
Kids, wife and mom on an evening walk
Kids doing something "constructive" like a sand castle.
The roar of the sea preparing to be "destructive".
A tranquil evening
A walk on the surf
The view from the deck, young'in in front and older kids on beach
This is not the summer of great adventure for reasons that never materialized, but nonetheless some adventure is being had. First, an old college buddy that I haven't seen since 1983 called and said he would be in D.C. within a week and wanted to get together. Fortunately, I was able to steal a few days away from the office on short notice to re-live old college events in my mind and spend some quality time at great battlefields of the Civil War, Gettysburg and Manassas.
At Gettysburg, nothing would placate my old friend, John Norton, other than to walk the route of General Pickett across the wide open field toward the old Union line. He wanted to see what it would be like to be exposed to cannon fire from Little Roundtop and Cemetery Hill as well as from the Union line straight ahead and try to imagine the high water mark of the Confederacy in the Civil War. I just have to say that it was a good thing they mowed a path because he did seem a bit squeamish at encountering ticks and chiggers in waist high grass. As we crossed the field the excitement seemed to rise. The history was starting to fly fast and furious from my friend. Next thing I knew he as asking me to re-enact. "Scale the fence at the Emmitsburg Road and dodge the fire", he said. "This is where the most intense fire and killing happened". After I dodged the fire and approached the Angle he started shooting toward the Angle and calling me General. "Give me a rebel yell General and lead the charge to the Angle". And just like back in college, here I was doing bizarre things I wouldn't have ordinarily done. I yelled and led the charge. It was great fun!! And I was rewarded by surreptitiously recording this priceless history lesson at the Angle after the culmination of the charge.