At Last

On the road for vacation. For the last month, it felt like vacation would never get here. . .but at last, it has arrived! (That's also the name of the beach house my parents rented ("At Last". . . so, you know, cool.)

Two days' driving--a stop in Charleston, WV overnight and then on to lunch in Raleigh with Scott and then the final destination: Avon, NC on the Outer Banks.


Nice to be out of prairie lands. Sometimes Dan and I forget to miss the hills of our childhood, but vacation is a nice reminder as we swooped into Ohio and then the mountains of West Virginia.


This picture is mostly for my dad. Gorgeous round hay bales just outside of Charleston, WV.


Lunch at The Pit in Raleigh. Super yummy N.C. pulled pork, collard greens, steamed squash, hush puppies and biscuit. 95 degrees in the hot sun out on the porch (so that we didn't cook L.P. in the car during lunch), but it was still yumlicious. Thanks, Scott!


The road between Raleigh and our final destination gets prettier and prettier with every mile. . . before long, we entered the Albemarle Historic district which bounces back and forth between marshes and fields of wild pampas grass and then acres and acres of cotton nearly ready for harvest.


L.P., after two days in the car, was less and less easily bribed into happiness with huffing wind through a cracked car window. . . until we hit the Outer Banks and then all he wanted was to breathe in the ocean air.


We arrived just before dark with just enough time to take L.P. out to the beach and throw a tennis ball around. The time right after sunset was lovely.

I mean, geewhitakers, that's pretty.