Remember "All By Myself",that awesome Eric Carmen pop hit from 1975? You remember it, right? Right? Are we aging ourselves here? Mom likes teasing dad with that song in her beautiful special off-key way whenever she thinks he's not paying attention to her.
Dad says he used to have the 45. I'll bet some of you don't even know what that is. Anyway, I'm getting off track here. Mom and dad returned from their camping vacation at Carolina Beach State Park refreshed but tired, relaxed but antsy and wishing they were still out there.
I think they got the beach bug in them. All I've heard since they returned is how they hadn't realized how much they loved being so close to the beach before dad grew restless with his job a couple of times over these past few years, which took them from Wilmington to Greenville, SC to Chapel Hill.
The day they rolled into Wilmington they were surrounded by thunderstorms and heavy downpours, but they didn't care. They were on vacation. They pulled into a parking garage and wandered around downtown and the riverfront, getting thoroughly soaked.
Hungry and wishing to avoid the rain when they realized their umbrella (mom did suggest using two of them dad, you dumb-ass) (mom's sentiment) wasn't quite cutting it against the pelting rain they found their way to The Copper Penny, one of their favorite places. They sat out the rain with a delicious lunch and a couple of frosty glasses of beer, and reminisced about the time they spent living here a few years back.
|Wilmington Riverfront on Day One|
The rain eventually let up, and after walking off some of the
|Keeping it (somewhat) Healthy at Breakfast|
The Wilmington area forecast up until they actually left Chapel Hill had been calling for rain and storms pretty much every day, but they ended up with the most perfect beach weather all week, and spent every day at Fort Fisher Beach.
|Mom Hamming it Up at the Brewery|
Good Hops Brewery, within walking distance from the campground had just opened up before mom and dad moved away from Wilmington and they never got the chance to check it out back then. One day after lounging at the beach they walked over for a couple of brews, and, well, just check out the picture.
It's a cool little place far enough away from the hustle and bustle of Carolina Beach and, being mid-week wasn't too busy. As you can see the bar held a mixed crowd of "folks", all very friendly and laid back.
|Umm, No, You're Not Seeing Things|
Other than spending all week at the beach mom and dad relaxed at camp, enjoying cooking over the fire every night, dad
|The Old Man Tending the Fire|
The camping was peaceful and quiet, with the exception of the obnoxious mansion on wheels with the garage-sized gas generator rumbling sunrise to sunset. You'd think the tent sites would be separate from the ones where people feel the need to bring their entire home with them.
Okay dad, you got that bitching out of the way. Happy?
|What it's All About|
Anyway, they're back. Dad was in heaven barefoot, shorted and shirtless nearly all week.
Dad's co-worker took awesome care of me while they were away, stopping in each morning to top off my dishes and scoop my poop.
Dad's back at work ("grrr....," he says), mom's got everything washed, packed away and cleaned up 'til next time (I'm thinking "next time" is gonna come sooner than later since they had such a ball and miss the beach so much), and everything's back to normal. Plus this post is getting way too long and I don't want to lose any of you.