Jockey's Ridge

Playing the game of Life with Ada...and Jackson.

Despite my pessimistic expectations of catastrophic juvenile meltdowns, we braved the hike up Jockey's Ridge, thereby reliving Jason and Jo's childhood tradition, and it turned out quite lovely.

The kids actually perked up at the novelty of a mountainous sand dune.

We went up just before sunset, as per tradition.

Jeddy did not carry me up, as suggested, in repayment of our last Jockey's Ridge visit when he was eight weeks old and rode in my carry pouch (which memory may have had something to do with my dread of Jockey's Ridge).

This year that privilege was Jackson's.

The sunset on this particular evening was spectacular.

There were races down the hill.

Family photos were taken.

There may or may not have been total stripping of clothing and rolling around in soft sand and then standing up and facing the crowd when the sun had set and a hundred people were headed down at once.

(If it happened, it was only the youngest among us.)

Few tears, no catastrophes, minimal sand in the eyes, a sublime sunset, and no arrests for indecent exposure.  And no covid exposure.

I'd say the outing was a triumph.