At The Water's Edge

I never knew how deeply I was drawn to the water until we took a vacation to the Outer Banks. Something about the rolling surf and rugged beauty struck a chord deep inside me. How deep? We try to make it to the ocean at least once a year and we sold our house in the country and bought a house a half block from a lake, with a view out the back.

A few years ago, we took a trip to Maine. During a boat ride, we took this picture of a lighthouse on a rocky cliff.

I have this picture on my desk in my office. If I can't be drinking my coffee at the beach, I can look at this picture and remember how it feels.

This is a picture of our campsite one year on the Outer Banks. We stayed on the sound side, right on the water's edge.

And even if we don't make it the fifteen or so hours to the Maine or North Carolina shore, we've been able to find campsites at the water's edge. I make it a point to do it as often as possible.

Is there a certain place you return to time and time again?


1 comment:

Carly Carson said...

Great pictures. I always love looking at bodies of water. But I don't have a yen to return to a particular one.