Rest, relax, restore

In the only pictures I’ve seen of my mother when she was carrying me, we were at the beach. I was born under a water sign and grew up looking forward to summer vacations in Ocean City, Md. Every zero birthday (or other excuse I could find) called for an escape to some sea.

So it’s not surprising I would love North Carolina’s Brunswick Islands. What’s surprising is that I had never heard of them. Had to go to the map to find them, lined named fourth best in the world. Even had to postpone one trip when Hurricane Florence slammed nearby Wilmington, the destination for most Denver air travelers via Charlotte or Atlanta.