Beeba comes to the beach. Our 2012 spring break adventure, Part 5

So after Chris left us on Wednesday to fly back to Asheville and work for a week, the weather actually turned a bit dreary and the wind picked up. Nothing as extreme as that one summer my family vacationed down the beach when I was in grade school and a hurricane passed through, causing us to evacuate our condo for 24 hours and live at my Great Aunt Pat's house, which was an hour inland. Fun times. Anyways, the skies were cloudy and the waves were rough, and since we all got a bit too much sun on the last day Chris was here, we took a few days off from the beach and shopped and played and found ourselves busy with some non-surf related fun. It's not that hard to do. We do it roughly 351 other days every year.

But then on Friday afternoon the skies cleared up and the wind died down, just in time for my sister to arrive from Birmingham. You see, since we were an Amys down, Greg and Sue were kind enough to open up their condo to include my sister for a weekend. And I was beyond excited to have her down here to share in some sandy, saltwater fun. And so were Taylor and Luke. In fact, my son was so thrilled to have his old bunkmate back that he reverted back to his vampire-ways and repeatedly howled out his joy throughout the night. Ah. Sharing a room with your non-sleeping baby is always a challenge. But less so when you get to wake up and realize you're at the beach.

And even though Lib was only with us for less than 48 hours, we packed in more relaxing, reminiscing and cheese curl consumption than most people do in a week. You Blackwell family members would have been impressed. We Young sisters do the beach pretty well.

We even took a drive over to our old summer stomping grounds and checked out the condo we used to vacation at, The Searfarere, and then had an interesting dinner at The Original Point, a restaurant we would dine at each time were were in the area. And I say Interesting because it truly was, and I don't know if I could even come close to the Twilight Zone experience we encountered… I'll just leave that between Libba and I. What can I say, you had to be there. But I will leave you with the advice one oversharing diner gave us: Don't let that baby swim in the water after dark. That's when the sharks feed.