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Totally Beachin'


I love North Carolina! The weather is great. The grass is green. And the ocean is right down the road! Who could ask for a better weekend activity?

The day dawned bright and early after staying up much later than I should have socializing (cyberly, of course). Knowing the rolling water was waiting for us, Patti and I quickly packed our lunches and were on our way. I am proud (and a little impressed with myself) to say that I did not need the GPS at all! I found the beach on my own.

In days past, I would have stayed on the blanket and soaked up the sun. Don’t get me wrong, I did that today as well. However, I also spent quite a bit of time in the surf challenging the waves with Patti. The friendly competition between waves and the Victor girls began.

Round 1: The waves gently roll in bringing the tide with it. The Victor girls anticipate most moves thrown their way.  The younger one could be heard saying, “This is so fun!” While the elder spoke about the chill she got when the wind blew. Wave for wave, they jumped and rode the water.

The Victor girls go back to their corners to prepare for the next round. (The older Victor’s corner could be seen on a beach blanket, while the younger Victor’s corner was in the water no deeper than her knees.)

Round 2: Getting a bit more daring, the Victor girls make the first move and walk deeper toward the waves. Not to be outdone, the Atlantic tosses a few unanticipated moves. A quick move to get the water out of her nose and the older Victor was ready for more.  There wasn’t a wave that was going to keep the 46-year old down! Or so she thought. The next wave knocked her to her knees and sent her sunglasses flying. The water laughed as it went back to its corner.  For the water knew there was no way she would be getting those glasses back.

Back in their corners the teacher corrects her papers while the student digs holes in the sand.

Round 3: It was on! The girls ready they head out to the open sea. Little did they know what was in store for them. For as the water prepared to change direction, the force of its punch was enough to knock them to their knees, while sending water up their noses and into their mouths. Dragging them whatever way Poseidon so chose. The girls weren’t going down easy though. They kept getting up, water dripping from their noses, begging for more. Until finally, energy sapped from their bodies, they surrendered to the tide.

While I went to get my dose of vitamin D when not challenging the waves, Patti stayed in the water. Five hours after first enjoying the feel of sand on our bare feet, she stumbled out of the water and said it was time to go home. Tired and red, taking with us sand, shells, and memories we were on our way home.

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  1. AnonymousSeptember 11, 2010 at 3:01 PM

    Hi Mandie Sounds like the 2 of you had a great time. Memoeries Patties will never forget.Marguerite

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