Like most days of our stay here at Surfside Beach, the day didn't really get going until sometime after lunch. For the most part everyone would just lounge around or sleep in until mid morning. Then we would get ourselves together just in time for lunch. Wednesday was no exception. The only real different thing that happened was Dad and Paw Paw were gone most of the day on what I would call Operation Rescue Skippy.
Skip, my brother, was stuck back home (close to Charlotte, NC), and could not make it out here. Although he wanted to make it badly, Skip simply did not have a way here. His car, a rather old, two-tone Ford Taurus, would probably not make the drive. So after thinking overnight about how to get him down here we came up with a plan first thing in the morning. We'll just have to go get him. So around 8:30-9:00 am Paw Paw and Dad set out to rescue Skippy and bring him to the beach. They didn't mind one bit as long as Skip was here. They did not return until early evening, just after dinner.
Just after lunch we decided to get the kids out of the house. They had been couped up in this house all week and were craving some sort of adventure beyond these walls. It has been very cold out this week, making it hard to take the kids somewhere, but we knew it was getting necessary.
I remembered passing a small community park in the middle of nowhere fairly close to the beach house. We bundled up the kids and went to the park. They had a great time, and so did we.
Another thing that happened on this day that I will never forget is finishing my first Nicholas Sparks novel - Three Weeks With My Brother. I'm an instant fan and want to read more.
The day ended with a very unproductive trip surf fishing. The best part about it, though, was every last one of us boys was there with a hook in the water - Dad, Skip, myself, Andrew, and Ben. That was something I will never forget! That sort of thing does not happen often at all.
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