Monday, November 18, 2013
"There's no place I'd rather be than a little town called Rodanthe..."
My good friend Sommer coined that phrase via a poem she wrote as kid which her parents framed and displayed prominently at their beach house in Rodanthe, a wonderful little beach town in the Outer Banks. Andy and I spent our first few OBX vacations at that house and I always loved seeing her poem and I couldn’t agree more with her choice of words.
This trip we stayed beach front in our camper and it was fabulous. We had a great view, plenty of room to run around with the soccer ball, space for ladder golf, and best of all, a short walk to what felt like our own private beach.
We spent our mornings digging in the sand, building castles, splashing in the waves and relaxing. Then we had lunch, naps and our afternoons were spent pretty much the same as our mornings. It was hard to tear ourselves away from the beach, and our non-stop sunshine weather accommodated our plans perfectly!
Evenings were spent cooking up fresh seafood, playing cards, and enjoying campfires under the stars. I don’t think it gets better than that.
Oh Rodanthe, how we love thee…(perhaps a new poem in the making…) :)