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My Happy Place

...is a little stretch of sand, where an old beach cabin sits. The beach cabin is my happy place, where I'd willingly toss aside everything and spend the rest of my days.

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We spent this past weekend there, hoping to scrape one more sandy, sunny time from the dregs of summer before we officially call it quits and haul out our winter clothing. It was a good thing we brought some of those winter garments with us, as the nights were quite chilly and the last day was downright frigid and rainy.

The first night I took Ally and Ash, and our doggie Cassie. This was Cassie's first real beach trip with us, and she did wonderfully. You see, Cassie doesn't travel well. She usually tosses her cookies at some point in the journey, making an unpleasant time for all. This time she had her own space in the back of the suburban and all was right with the world. As you can see here, she loved the beach.
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I'd also invited Jen and my her boys, Dillon and Daniel and their doggie Dora to join us. (Her hubby Dan continues to be whole and healthy in Iraq). Here is Jen and Dillon roasting a hotdog over our campfire that first night.

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The next day my hubby Lance drove up with the Reluctant Teenagers. Neither wished to be there, but after some time breathing the salt air and jogging on the beach, they resigned themselves to the Family Bonding Time.

We were treated to guitar playing around the campfire by The Daddy.

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And the son saying "No, that's not how that goes!" Wherein the guitar was removed from The Daddy's hands and The Teenage Son proceeded to show us all just how it was done. I could not tell the difference.

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Ashley enjoyed playing in the sand, but not for too long as it was awfully chilly there.

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Daniel toasted his marshmallow a bit beyond 'toasted' and went right for 'blackened cajun' style. Still, he did eat it!

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We had to take time out for Ally's breathing treatments while we were there, and she was a real trooper about it all.

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Dillon was fascinated by the fire.

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Ally and Ashley were a wee bit chilly.

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Stephanie, as always, looking gorgeous, even at the beach.

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We had the wood stove going in the cabin and the campfire going outside. It rained buckets out last night and so we had to clean up, pack up and leave in the pouring rain.

I do think we consumed significant amounts of S'mores in those three days. Enough, perhaps, to hold us over until next summer.

Comments

  1. nnjangel4:53 PM

    Is getting teated by a fire legal? :snork:

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  2. Anonymous4:55 PM

    such great pictures!

    btw, there can never be too many s'mores!

    ~~trish

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  3. Rats! If I'd known the spelling police were going to be there, I would have proofed this more carefully! It's all fixed now.

    Trish, thanks, it's a beautiful place and I love it there.

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  4. Annalee5:19 PM

    BYU Idaho? It will always be RICKS to us Southweastern Potatoes!

    It is the only time I have disagreed with President Hinckley.

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  5. Annalee5:22 PM

    Southeastern Idaho

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  6. nnjangel6:06 PM

    jeesh I was just jokin with ya :(

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  7. I was joking with you too! Hubby found TWO more typos in my blog posting.

    This is why I need a good editor!

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  8. Carolyn8:27 PM

    That looks like a place I would love too! :o) How peaceful, listening to a guitar by the campfire, hearing the waves come in, smell of the air there... Ahhhh... I wish I could be there too.

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  9. pam, that was so cool, oh my god, i could smell the woodsmoke and hear the gulls. what an excellent time you had!
    poor missy with the inhalator...i've been there. good for you all for keeping her a part of things and seeing that she stays on treatment, though. im pulling for her!
    XOOfn

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  10. Sounds like a great place, Pammy. Blackened marshmallows? My favorites!

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