outer banks

So you may have heard.  I went to the beach last week.  The beach in Corolla, NC to be exact, or the Outer Banks as it's known to some.

I love this place.  With a passion.  It's the epitome of relaxation.  The company doesn't hurt it either.  We went down with Adam's family and our family friends.  Who, by the way are the most hysterical people I've ever met in my life.  And they like to wear hats, which makes me love them more.

Obligatory ocean photo.  See, it's still there.  I checked.

At night it gets a little scary.  The baby crabbies come out and run away from your flashlight.  Sometimes right into the water.  But that didn't stop us from dipping our feet in.

And a humid lens didn't stop me from taking photos.  I just left them as they are.

 And then ran away to the safety of home.  Cause those crabbies move fast.

 

Humid lens ::shakes head::  you're alright.

But during the day, the beach is full of life.  Particularly sting rays this year.  So I stayed close to the shore.

Squinty closeup.

 I love this guy.

He wasn't afraid of no stinkin' stingrays.

But I was, so I spent a lot of time at our pool.  Lounging, reading and practicing my cannonballs.  It's a required skill in the Outer Banks.

My nephew was a hoot and a half.

 He's also a ham.

This girl is my favorite.  Thought you should know.

Okay, one more baby giggle.

And back to the real world.  How about you, every been to the Banks?  Or do you practice your cannonballs elsewhere?