a beachy kick in the pants

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Clay.

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Hillary.

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Little family amusement parks come and go in tourist-driven areas.  This highly-visible corner spot has been on sale for a while, with a rusty roller coaster, overgrown go-kart race tracks, some small pavilions, dried-up fountains, and empty ticket booths.

• I’ve been spending the week down at the Outer Banks, off the coast of North Carolina, in a rental cottage with my family and significant others.  Fantastic cooking, and the attractions are largely bikeable (within a few miles, and all flat terrain).  I should add that my brother brought 5 bikes: a Raleigh tandem, a Takara road bike, a Schwinn cruiser, a Gary Fisher mountain bike, and a Bianchi track bike.  Combined with a Schwinn cruiser already at the cottage, the whole gang has been able to ride at the same time.  Practically critical mass style.

• Thus far there’s been one hospital visit (for a possible Lyme disease tick bite looking pretty rough), a trip to a dead-animal ridden, deserted beach (near Bodie Island), a visit to Jockey’s Ridge, and a lot of ocean time.

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Beach cottage architecture in North Carolina is definitely different than New England and the northeast.

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Wrestling glasses can hold quite large mixed drinks.

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$86 buys two dozen blue crabs (only male are eaten by law, and they’re referred to as “Jimmy #1”) and several pounds of snow crab legs, including spices (a local blend, similar to Old Bay) and steaming.

6 thoughts on “a beachy kick in the pants”

  1. Jenn, and the test came back negative for Lyme disease, despite showing symptoms and stuff, so crisis averted. The beach isn’t quite the same without you and Julia. Good times over the years.

  2. Well I mean, we are actually going in August. Don’t quite know why this rogue trip happened. Will anyone from your clan be attending?

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