The Beach in the winter is a simultaneously depressing and exciting thing. While a lot of things are closed until the high season and the empty streets seem to wait for throngs of vacationers to fill them, it's also like accidentally seeing someone naked. So that's what they look like in the winter.
Drew and I went to visit Plum and Grandpa this weekend in Virginia Beach. There were lots of tunnels and holding our breath, lots of walking on the windy beach and dog-spotting and lots of Taylor Swift and snacks (he had never had Sour Patch Kids).
The Old Cavalier Hotel was closed, so you can see we had to suffice by riding a bike around the parking lot and maybe climbing up onto the roof and praying we didn't fall through the roof. Even peering through the windows and trying to devise ways to break into the Hotel was exciting. That has to be one of my favorite places.
On Sunday we drove over the 17-mile long Chesapeake Bay Bridge (terrifying) into the Eastern Shore. What a deserted and strange place. We didn't see any wild horses, but the pebble-littered bay side was hidden behind grassy dunes and it made me feel like I was on the edge of the Earth.
January and February always seem to be the longest months but they are absolutely flying this year. Slow down before I'm 24!
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