The wonderful thing about New Bern is that the kids and grandkids show up. We have invited everyone to Lake Lure, but no one came for two years. But they come to New Bern, so we keep our annual appointment the week prior to Memorial Day weekend, before the rates go up. This week is usually warm enough for summer activities, and we can still get a two bedroom condo with our timeshare points. Why they come is obvious:Devon and Ray love to sleep on a lumpy sleeper sofa in the living room while the poor grandparents suffer in the master suite, and the three children suffer upstairs in their own little kingdom, actually a loft with a window through which they an pitch their clothes, toys, and voices to their sleeping(?) mom and dad below. This trip Arie was bedded down in the upstairs closet when we arrived. The Reston folks arrived ahead of us this trip, as Dennis and I are both working people this year and didn't get away till after seven. Last year we were between jobs and arrived in plenty of time to have sloppy joes and frozen corn ready for the weary travelers, and the mere sight of sloppy joes sent Ray into food nirvana. Alas this year there was no food ready; we all ate on the road and arrived tired. Devon and I invented a drink that was much enjoyed over the next several days. It was a concoction of Smoking Loon cabernet sauvignon, orange juice and gingerale. So the guys drank beer, the girls drank wine-ade, and we all went to bed.
I awoke the next morning to the wonderful sound of my son in law making breakfast!!!!
Pancakes!Bacon! It was just the start of many wonderful meals cooked by Ray, paid for by Ray, or eaten by Ray. Not to omit the meal at BB Hurricanes, the previously mentioned worst restaurant in NC, which unfortunately is the only restaurant on the property. After breakfast, we all went over to the indoor pool, the kids remembered how to swim, we all sat in the hot tub and enjoyed the Sahara, which is what Trevor somewhat aptly called the sauna. In no time Trevor was jumping in and paddling to the deep end. Rachie swam with a pool noodle and her Grandma, and Arie clung to her mom for awhile, but later in the trip was noodling around the pool with help.We had scads of fun, horsing around and playing crab, manatee and shark with the kids. Later we played minigolf, went bike riding and made several trips back to the pool. Trevor took his grandma on a bike tour of the area, and we stopped to feed the geese and turtles at the lake. We also walked over to our studio condo which has just been vacated by our tenant of two years, and Dennis and Ray spent several hours hacking apart the ancient murphy bed and hauling the mattress and bed to the dump. Trevor found a beautiful model sailing ship, a square rigger which had been left in the condo. On the way back from the dump, the guys picked us up some pizzas at the Big Apple, the kids and their mom watched Lady and the Tramp in their kingdom upstairs, the menfolk watched some silly trash on the downstairs TV, and grandma went to bed at nine o clock. Too much wine-ade??
I awoke the next morning to the wonderful sound of my son in law making breakfast!!!!
Pancakes!Bacon! It was just the start of many wonderful meals cooked by Ray, paid for by Ray, or eaten by Ray. Not to omit the meal at BB Hurricanes, the previously mentioned worst restaurant in NC, which unfortunately is the only restaurant on the property. After breakfast, we all went over to the indoor pool, the kids remembered how to swim, we all sat in the hot tub and enjoyed the Sahara, which is what Trevor somewhat aptly called the sauna. In no time Trevor was jumping in and paddling to the deep end. Rachie swam with a pool noodle and her Grandma, and Arie clung to her mom for awhile, but later in the trip was noodling around the pool with help.We had scads of fun, horsing around and playing crab, manatee and shark with the kids. Later we played minigolf, went bike riding and made several trips back to the pool. Trevor took his grandma on a bike tour of the area, and we stopped to feed the geese and turtles at the lake. We also walked over to our studio condo which has just been vacated by our tenant of two years, and Dennis and Ray spent several hours hacking apart the ancient murphy bed and hauling the mattress and bed to the dump. Trevor found a beautiful model sailing ship, a square rigger which had been left in the condo. On the way back from the dump, the guys picked us up some pizzas at the Big Apple, the kids and their mom watched Lady and the Tramp in their kingdom upstairs, the menfolk watched some silly trash on the downstairs TV, and grandma went to bed at nine o clock. Too much wine-ade??
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I think we need a post where Ray isn't about to beat dad with a frying pan every time I load your blog! ;)
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