Blog #45

Sigh at Blogger being down this morning, and me not being able to post this on time because of it.

My family really only goes one place, so I suppose I'll just blog about vacationing there. We always go to the Outer Banks in North Carolina. It's typically a yearly thing, and most often for two weeks at a time. It's been a tradition ever since my stepfather went there with his mother all his life. I pretty much just enjoy chilling at the beach. The water only provides limited amusement, but my favorite part is just throwing up an umbrella and reading on the beach. I'll burn hours at a time just reading on the beach. The serene sound of the waves and the smell of the seawater just provides the perfect background.

I think the most meaningful time was the time when we were there for Hurricane Gustav. The rapid-fire tropical storms and hurricanes that came while we were there provided a very interesting experience. We had to go outside wrapped in towels to keep from getting cut up by the sand. If I remember correctly, that's also the year when all the sea cucumbers kept washing up onshore. I found what I believed to be a pink one, but when I put it in water, it unraveled into a sea anemone.

I travel to North Carolina a lot, because my father lives down there as well. Because I moved in with him for awhile, North Carolina is basically my second home. Unfortunately, I don't get along with a lot of people down there. The people in the town where my father lives all have the same political views, and they're all the exact opposite of mine.

If I could remember much about it, I would've blogged about my trip to Canada. My grandfather took me to an island where some Indians (what do I call them? Native Americans? Is that for all of them in North America, or just the United States of America? Because it's Canada... Nope, pretty sure it's all of North America) had once lived. He even gave me a book that had a story involving one of particular note, a pity I don't remember any of it.