OBX Travelogue - Part III: Sunday 8/22

Sunday was a beach day with nary a computer in sight. We got up early to do some grocery shopping, but the Corolla Food Lion was packed tighter than a Costco in the heart of yuppy Fairfax. The checkout lines stretched down every aisle and most of the shelves were empty. Seeing this, we turned around and went home, and I had Cup O' Noodles for breakfast.

The house we rented was a three-story, five-bedroom, three-bathroom house with twelve sleeping slots, and we had nine people there in the beginning of the week. It wasn't beach front, but there was a boardwalk connecting directly from the carport to the beach, so we didn't have to cross any roads. The distance was only about 130 yards.

The rest of Sunday was spent beaching, digging, walking, reading, and eating. I reread King of Torts by John Grisham, because sometimes you just don't want to read new books on vacation.

To be continued...

"When we tell them we're going to see OutKast, they know it's a band and not a bunch of misfits." - Proof that the RNC speechwriters should be fired, from Barbara and Jenna Bush's opening remarks