The I-95 Road Warriors saddled on up in early August to make the annual pilgrimage to North Carolina's Outer Banks. This particular beach vacation was extra special, since it fell on the 20th anniversary of the DC Scribes and our Wisconsin brethren first invading the OBX.
Unlike our initial extended family OBX outing in 1994 - which featured five kids and four adults in a mildewed, three-bedroom cottage - 2014's OBX extravaganza depended on more comfortable digs in the form of two beach houses that held 16 people. The DC wing of the family included me and Mr. Fairway, along with Ellas Numera Una y Dos, with two BFs in tow.
The Wisco relations crammed in an SUV and a conversion van to make the 15-hour trek to DC and then five more hours down to NC. My SIL and BIL brought their four kids along. Two of those kids are now married, so two wives joined the fiesta. Capping off the crowd were grandkids Syl and TAJ (his initials have quickly morphed into a nickname, of sorts), pictured above with his grandpa.
Yes, he's 13 months old, and had never seen a pelican, until the very moment captured by the camera. There's a little bit of sky at the top of the photo, but TAJ's expression is more than representative of the way many of us feel on Skywatch Friday, correctamundo?