The Beach

A few weeks ago (I’m really slow on blogging these days) we took a trip to the beach. It’s only 2 hours away, yippee! I’ve never lived further than 2 hours from the coast and I don’t know what I’ll do with myself if that day ever comes.

We asked people we knew which beaches were the best they all said Carolina Beach and Myrtle Beach. But one person said ‘if you want a less crowded beach, go to Kure.’ Done! You say the words ‘less crowded’ and I’m there!

We parked our car and started walking towards the beach. When Jefferson saw the shoreline he frowned. He told us, “I’m not going to have any fun here. There’s nowhere to play. No rocks or trees to explore.” The boys are used to the west coastline surrounded by nature. This was a wide expanse of sand, just sand!
It took about 5 minutes for them to warm up to the area and dive in. The east coast did not disappoint!

It was this girls first trip to the beach.

The kids spent the entire day running from waves. The waves were huge (compared to what we’re used to). These pictures are deceiving… they’re huge!

Jefferson, being swallowed by a wave. And Grant, getting knocked over.
 

Shawn taught the boys to bodysurf. After that, I couldn’t get them out of the water (including Shawn).  

Watch it, watch it, watch it…. RUN!
  

Reagan showing off some of the broken shells she found. We also had a crab crawl over to us and burrow himself in the sand at my feet. I didn’t get a picture of that because I was too scared he would bite my feet off if I stepped down to get my camera.

Look at this beach babe!
 

We girls stayed safe on the sand while the boys were swimming. But that was short-lived. As it got later the tide started to come in, and each wave got closer and closer. We kept having to move our things back, until we couldn’t go any further. Finally, enough was enough! I called it quits when a wave completely flooded us! And I mean, that thing washed up higher than our folding chairs! Luckily I have super-human skills and was able to pick up the baby, my camera, and our dry clothes in a split second. Everything else was SOPPING WET! (I think the trunk of our car is still wet from everything)
And I still had to beg Shawn and the boys to leave.

Nearby was Fort Fisher, so we stopped by. Fort Fisher was a Confederate fort during the American Civil War. It protected the vital trading routes of the port at Wilmington, North Carolina, from 1861 until its capture by the Union in 1865. (I may or may not have copied that from Wikipedia)

I did in fact enjoy touring the fort, although I was still a little water-logged.
The kids walking down from one of the mounds that held the cannons.

The view from above…. you can hardly see Shawn.

Walking the trail.

Reagan insisted on pulling Kennedy’s stroller the entire way. I’m sure Kennedy was thrilled with the bumpy ride.

It was a fun day. I love all things historical and can’t wait to explore more sites along the East. And definitely more beaches, especially now that “the beaches on this side of the US are more fun to play in,” according the Jefferson.