Julie and I had our first opportunity in a very long time to take a vacation, so we decided to take it. After a half day (more like a 3/4 day if we’re really counting hours) we hit the road, GPS running, tank half-full, and Erynn freshly awakened from her morning nap.
Traffic was stopped on I-95 South.
Unfortunately, this is how most of our ride looked. From the split onto 40, through Benson, all the way to Fayetteville, and then past Fayetteville, lots of bumper to bumper, with no apparent cause. It was a relatively quiet ride, though Julie had to hop from the front to the back more than a couple times to entertain our little monkey.
Traffic was finally clear on I-74 however...
After splitting off 95, the ride on 74 was clear and scenic. There’s a part of me that never tires of driving down country roads. The old farm houses have an egalitarian quality that is difficult to to quantify… there is a feeling of quiet pride, and silent humility. These structures, much like the people who inhabit them, know just where they belong, and they’re comfortable with that.
This was the fantastic view from the Ocean Creek condo (10th floor)
After four and a half hours on the road, this was the view that greeted us from the balcony. A moments walk to the Atlantic, which I have every intention of thoroughly abusing, and more than likely, getting burnt beyond recognition.
The 'Little Italy' was delicious.
Across the street from our place we grabbed a quick, late bite for dinner… Yuengling on tap never disappoints.
The wifi signal was strong on the porch...
Finally, here I am. Sitting on the balcony, listening to the quiet roar of the ocean, with Erynn sleeping in our room and the rest of the family inside. I’d say it was a pretty good day, and with any luck, I’ll have a ton of pictures tomorrow.
Cheers everybody, and if I don’t get another moment tomorrow, Happy Independence Day.