Oh holy neglected post. You suffered in the shadows of our vacation.

We are back from the camping trenches where I took self neglect to a whole new level and the spawn sucked the life from not just us, but other kids and eventually... wild life. I think I even felt the trees breathe a sigh of relief with our circus like departure.

The weather promoted our tirade, being cool enough to relax and then tempting us onto the beach. The rest of nature joined the sand which worked with the icy cold water and wind to irritate us away. And although the beach clung to us with undefeated determination, we simply wore it like a second skin, getting use to the raw crevasses and grainy bites. 

Miracle beach they called this place. Upon arrival I thought wow, it’s a miracle we were able to get in here…when I left I though it was a miracle we survived. Let’s be clear, the holiday was wonderful! Laden with cathartic nuances thick enough to swallow every annoyance. Memories of a lifetime come and gone too fast. No picture I took can explain the hilarity of Bugg racing down the hill on her bike dangerously throwing back her head in a pure fit of laughter. No video can capture the quick camp friendship that solidified my son’s sense of belonging.

But I do deserve an f’in metal. Can I say f’in here? I easily walked to and from the bathroom sixty times. I embraced a moth and removed it gracefully to expel my daughters fear. I white knuckled a hand made go cart around a speed way with my 3 year old precariously unfastened against my loins. I ate approximately 4.5 lbs of smores, apparently. I am just sayin.