Tuesday, July 16, 2013


I can’t believe school has only been out for a month. Sweet Daughter and I had the opportunity to join my sister, most of her grandchildren (and a daughter-in-law!) in Chincoteague at the end of June. This is getting to be an annual event, and is probably the thing we look forward to most. SD just told me she enjoys it more than Christmas.

Check-in was on a Sunday afternoon, so we hied ourselves out the door with cooler, provisions and beach gear as early as we could so we could hit the beach before we went back to the house. I think we were on the road shortly after 7:00, and we didn’t forget the stuffed cats this year. It did, however, rain.
And rain. Most of the way, in fact.

Fortune smiled upon us as we got closer to the island and it cleared up.

We grabbed a bite to eat, and went to the beach. The weather at this point was stunning. SD got out the kite she’s been saving for the beach, and off it went. Literally. After about 10 or 15 minutes, it slipped right out of her hands. (Read: she was squirreling around because it wasn’t as exciting as she’d imagined.)
I must say, that kite was very well designed. It stayed airborne and moved downwind faster than I could run, and let me tell you, with an anguished SD begging me to save her kite, I managed a fairly tidy turn of speed.  I hoofed it across the sand, over the mini-dunes, and across the oyster shell parking lot, only to be thwarted by the marsh. (To the idiot in the parking lot that just stared as the reel of string danced past you while I yelled, thanks for nothing.)
Her cousins showed up the next day, and much fun was during the rest of our trip - even if the boys were up between 6:00 and 6:30 every morning. SD mastered the boogie board in heavy surf.
Sand castles were made (complete with sand crab corpses as guards at the gate).
Souvenirs were purchased.
Sight-seeing was done.
Least favorite part? Sitting on this.
And my favorite part? Going back to the beach at sunset.

Can't wait for next year!


  1. Nope. If I had blogged, it would have been something insightful and witty and thought-provoking. So, clearly it wasn't me.

    I'm still recovering the from "vacation" and the following weekend at Williamsburg.

  2. Looks like a great time was had by all.

    Except, perhaps, Mr. Spider...

  3. Hope the spider didnt leave a , um, uh, 'lasting impression' where you sat on her...