Spring Break

10 years ago pictures posted under this title would have been... well... not Yuppi mom like at all. But I've matured. Married. Had children. "Spring Break" no longer means piling 8 sorority girls into a rented Dodge Stratus and heading to Panama City Beach, FL. Spring break to a Yuppi mom means packing up the kids and making the great migration from Upstate NY down to the Outer Banks of North Carolina.
If you're a Yuppie and you live in Upstate NY, chances are you either go to the OBX or to Myrtle Beach for Spring Break. And being that the entire school-aged community goes with you, chances are you will run into half a dozen families from your same community.

Or, you rent a house with them. We rented a house with our neighbors- 3 other families.That was us, renting an enormous 4,000 sq. foot beach house in Avon on Hatteras Island. 10 kids, 7 adults. 4 families co-habitating for a week.
It could have ended terribly. But it was wonderful.
We even got the chance to go out without the kids one night. For Kim's birthday we headed across the street to a crab shack (literally, a shack!) and left the kids behind with the older children in charge.We also did all the typical Hatteras things. We went on the ferry to Ocracoke Island. I climbed the Hatteras Lighthouse (11 stories and one NARROW staircase!). We went to the beach.
We also went out to the point- where the Labrador and Gulf Stream Currents collide. It's a beautiful spot, and the waves are incredibly rough. There are huge seashells littering the sand. But it's also off-limits because of the crazy bird people. My grandmother would hate to hear me say it, being that she was a life-long member of the Audubon Society and the WWF (the wildlife one, not the wrestling!), but the the crazy bird people are killing the island. On an island that revolves around enjoying the beach, and fishing on the beach, closing off said beach is anti-productive. In fact, the point is off limits. Kind of. Supposedly if you keep your ankles in the water you can go around the numerous posted signs and ropes and get around the bird sanctuary areas. I say supposedly because the signs certainly didn't allude to this fact. But we went anyways. The drive down was nearly 13 hours, and although I am not eager to ever get into a car again for that long of a time period, I would love to return.