We arrived in time to see the sunset over the ocean. Then we built a fire and roasted hot dogs and marshmallows. We played "Make me laugh" as long as we could stand it. Perhaps the best part is that I got more than monosyllabic grunts out of my 13-year-old son.
Monday morning reared it's Monday-shaped head, and we just HAD to run away from home. (Working from home can be a wonderful thing, but it's hard to take real time off.) .
The sun was shining (as good an excuse as any) so we loaded up the car and headed up the coast. Firewood, marshmallows, and hot dogs were bought. Sleeping bags were rolled. Children were gathered. We pointed the car towards Cape Lookout State Park, about an hour north of us, hoping that we might be able to rent a yurt when we arrived. We were not disappointed. Yay! We had never stayed in a yurt before. It was really fun.
The beach was right there, and the sound of the waves was lovely and sleep-inducing. The next day, we took the long way home.
We went though dairy country (pretty, but smells like cow poop), then back along the beautiful coastal scenic route.There's a little town on the way back (Pacific City) that has a population of feral rabbits that live behind one of the hotels. They were so cute, and came to take grapes and peanut butter cereal right out of our hands.
All getaways should include bunnies, don't you think?