We are going to the beach on Sunday; THE beach, my favorite, the one where we spent a week every August from the time I was 3 until I was 18. As I have written before, living in the same are where I grew up is utterly fascinating at times, as I have the chance to revisit my childhood over and over again. This beach trip is no different, mostly because time has pretty much stood still there. Little houses, many with the original pine paneling that is so reminiscent of my grandmother's kitchen, a shaky old pier, white sand, and us. Luckily, even though we all drive each other a bit crazy at times, our family exists without drama. No worries about the potential for drunken brawls or scratchy cat-fights in the kitchen. Just a new puzzle, that we will start and quickly lose interest in finishing, the endless quest for shark teeth, sand, sun and shrimp. And swimming. Then Kathryn will return to Maui, where she will start wrapping up her life there in preparation for a year or so back here, traveling extensively for yoga. She has started her own blog, but it hasn't got more than one entry yet. I will link to it in the future. Below, pictures from earlier trips to Topsail. And believe me, about a million new pictures next week.
At the south end of the island at low tide. No people. Lots of empty space. We wander here for hours.
Flipper exactly 2 years ago. She used to have very very curly hair...adn I miss it. This picture is also on the "Be Present" website. It is a company that sells yoga clothing. And...it still fits!!