As soon as Irene blew through our neck of the woods, we loaded the camper and truck and headed south.
Bayliegh, Mitch the dogs and I.
I know Bayleigh is still young when it comes to life long memories. She may not remember a bit of this trip, but it is etched in my heart forever.
To be able to enjoy life alongside a three-year-old is a wonderful thing, a gift.
We had a great site, right across from the duck pond. Let's just say, it's a good thing it was only for a few days. Many more days with us as neighbors, those poor duckies would be so fat they wouldn't be able to swim.
When we weren't feeding the ducks, we were likely splashing around in the kiddie pool.
And although she preferred the pool, we did manage to get in some fun beach time too.
We crammed a lot of fun into those four days. Not planned out or scheduled fun. Cheese fries by the pool fun, evening golf cart rides fun,
I know you're wondering about the camper. Have I painted and recovered every inch of it?
Nope! It's ug-leeee. Who designs these things anyway? My theory is they make them so ugly you can only stand to look at them for a few years then have to trade up. I'd love to get in there and paint and recover, but that would be one big undertaking and would likely not be good for resale value. Ugly as it is, I have to admit, it is durable and doesn't show dirt. We really just sleep in there anyway. We don't go to the beach to sit inside a camper.
We go to play in the sand, splash in the pool, feed the ducks, ride the golf cart, eats lots of ice cream and make happy memories. I'd say this was one successful trip.