Golf, The Beach, And The Sand In-Between

I am currently vacationing in the beautiful Corolla, North Carolina. While I have been here, I have been taking notice of the variety of golfers coming through the course that our three-story get-a-way overlooks. I have seen guys, hitting balls [no pun intended] and having a great time, to an older couple just looking to relax, or a young guy, around my age, frustrated that his ball almost rolled onto the bike trail [and hit me...] Since my dad has yet to teach me to golf, I have easily become very jealous of the bond golf seems to help strengthen. Everything about vacation is about bonding, correct? Whether it be with friends or family or your fiance, you are ultimately striving to find out some new and interesting things about the other, and just having a stress-free enjoyable time.

Now for the beach! The first and second days we were here, the beach was red-flagged because of a tropical storm 700 miles off of the coast. Dern, the rip current was strong. But it's always good to know your lifeguards are light-hearted and encompass a personality full of smiles and tans. They joked about law-enforcement and neglected to take action to giving tickets to the brave who swam despite the undertow of the angry ocean. Although the sand-bars were high and the waves small, it could have been potentially dangerous. But thank-you to the guards for giving us a good laugh, and keeping watch on us when the flags were lifted.

And last but not least, the sand. I seem to have forgotten how much it is alike everything else in life, more importantly family. I neglect to include friends here, because of some interesting events I had come across me this past evening. However, significant others can be included if you so choose. At any rate, you seem to find sand in your hair, your clothes, under your nails, in your bag, and most irritably in your ears. Funny how family can be in your hair, stealing your clothes, breaking your nails, shoving random things in your bag, and shout constantly in your ear. All in jest, family is always around, and part of this trip was to bring a bond between a brother and a sister, their significant others, and the children, respectively. Which, I believe has done a bunch of good, seeing as my magical babysitting touch calmed the sibling rivalry for about 5 or 6 hours. I really deserve a pat on the back for this one, seeing as yelling is not an easy thing to calm. However, I am thankful for this trip and the opportunity I have to catch up with my dad, who is busy constantly, making it hard for any father-daughter bonding time. I also enjoy the smell of the ocean breeze, the feel of the wind, the warmth of the sun.

I know I ramble on about bonding, but relationships are extremely important in the hike of life. If you don't have anyone to catch the food, how will you eat?