Weekend Getaway

 

Our first summer as beach house owners could not have gone better. Renovations done and the place looks great. Nine weeks booked. And a magical first trip to the place ourselves. Check, check, and check.

Off-season, who knows how many renters there will be. Could be zero. Could be a bunch. Could be one long-termer who takes it all the way until next summer. We'll see.

For now, I would feel better if, should the place go unoccupied for more than a month, I head out just to check on things. Hey, it doesn't take much of an excuse to go to a happy place, right? Nor to be accompanied by family members who want in on some fun and relaxation, too.

Thus hatched our first last-minute weekend getaway at our new place. No renters in the place, Jada didn't have any restaurant work shifts, and everyone was in the mood to let down their hair a bit. So we called an audible on our weekend plans and packed for an overnight at the beach house.

Saturday afternoon we headed out, and despite gnarly traffic we made it in time to enjoy some sun-soaked boardwalk time before retiring to the place to eat in. In the evening, Asher insisted on riding rides, so I conceded and said one or two.  We rode three, although he would've gone all night if we let him. (It's why the picture above is so funny to me; he rode all the rides and had the time of his life, but the photo makes it seem like we're pulling his teeth!)

Amy and I picked our spots for relaxation. We both went for runs on the boardwalk and stole away for short walks - funny how eager we both are to run little errands when the scenery is so divine. 

All in all, we now have a blueprint for our weekend getaways. Maybe landing off-season renters will render this all moot. Or, if the place is empty, it's obvious it'll be a lot less fun when it's bitterly cold and everything's closed. Though I have a feeling that, as long as we're together, in our happy place, all will be well anyway.