After a summer of countless things to be happy about that I have utterly failed to account for you, I am just going to skip back into the blog world and ignore these past two wonderful months. Yep, just like that.
As I drive down General Booth toward the oceanfront during the summers, there is a particular part of the drive I enjoy on nice evenings. Just past Oceana, there is a KOA campground that is painfully close to the road (I often wonder what crazy fool would pitch a tent SO CLOSE to General Booth, then dare to hang their wash out to dry). However, the major advantage to the campground's proximity to the road is the delicious smell of campfires. Last night was a particularly mellow night (especially for August - this has been a week of gorgeous weather), and the smell was intoxicating. It makes me think of Girl Scout bonfires and the summer after third grade when we went on the best family vacation ever (we camped in South Dakota and Wyoming...I promise it was AWESOME). Like watermelon in my last post ages ago, it smells like summer, though it need not be relegated only to summer, of course.
I guess these little things about living near the beach and driving to my two-year home near the oceanfront have really struck me as John and I contemplate "big kid" decisions like buying a house. Crazy.
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