My parents started taking us to the Southern Outer Banks of North Carolina when we were toddlers. Until I was 15, we lived maybe an hour away in Eastern North Carolina, so it was a relatively easy trip.
Well, as easy as any car trip with four young kids can be.
We later moved to Delaware when Pops accepted at transfer with DuPont. Though we were now 8-9 hours away, the Southern Outer Banks, specifically Emerald Isle, N.C., remained our choice for a beach vacation.
We’ve continued the family tradition through various girlfriends, wives, births of children divorces and the death of our mom in November 2015. Today, as we all pack for this year’s version, I thought it would be good to take a look back.