In childhood, summer was an endless playground, an excuse to eat Italian Ice, play endlessly in the back and to exist in a kind of fairy never-never land. Never a homework assignment, never a bedtime, never any pressure. It was akin to the best time of day—twilight— when anything is possible and fairies very well might cast a magic spell leaving us young forever. Capturing that feeling may never happen again— but leaving town as soon as school ends does create a ‘page break’ from everyday life. It relieves the stress of the daily grind and sets up a summer break that is truly alien from our normal life.
For this year’s vacation, we decided to take Mom Camp on location with a trip to New Orleans and the Alabama Gulf Cost– AKA: The Redneck Riveria (my Aunt’s term, not mine). By the way, my aunt’s code name from here on out will be The Professor.
You see The Professor and her hubs, The Dutchman (not to be confused with the Flying Dutchman — because actually he doesn’t fly at all) have a lovely condo on the water in Orange Beach Alambama. They were kind enough to invite us for a stay to enjoy some truly lovely beaches.
We packed up and headed down south. All the flights were fine and of course I filled the children’s carry on bags with plenty of snacks and crafts all related to the journey. And, I was back at it with my personalized travel journals. After landing in New Orleans, it was time to drive out to Orange Beach.
The adventure began with a stop at The Shed, a barbecue joint off the highway in Mississippi. The place was built from junk the owner had collected over several years of dumpster diving. Odd to be sure. Still, a little live music and BBQ hit the spot after our flight across the country.
Everyone tumbled into Orange Beach well feed but tired.