This was it. Our last official day of 'vacation.'
Dave was itching to lay on the beach and not move. That is something that I could go with. He and the kids hit the beach early, securing a good spot, and the laying out vigil began.
Trenty and I kept watch at home until he woke up at 11:00. Such a sleepy, sleepy boy!
We rode our cruiser together into town and down to the beach. That ride will forever go down as one of the best rides of my life. The Sandpoint feeling pulsed through my bones.
At the beach we read our books while the kids swam and played in the sand. Grandma joined us eventually and showed us how a real vacationer does things. I still have a lot to learn from her, hopefully next summer I can practice some more?
We left around 5 p.m. because Grandma and Grandpa had a big dinner date, and, we still had to pack up our vacation home for leaving the next day.
By bedtime the place was full of luggage and piles of stuff. Stuff, lots and lots of it.
We bid goodnight with heavy hearts.
