Jason here. So Saturday morning rolled around and I wanted to make the most of it instead of sitting around. "Lets go the beach!" Christine was game for it as long as we set a realistic departure time. An hour and a half later after stocking up on movies, clothes, Radiolab and Cartalk podcasts, we were off on a road trip/beach trip/historical outing.
We ate lunch on the road at a McDonalds. Darby peed in the playplace and needed to get changed into emergency outfit #1. Hence the miniskirt (dress 2 sizes too small that was in the emergency kit of the car). Paige pooped out and needed emergency outfit #2. Here they are at the Wright Brothers Museum. I was worried that somehow Paige would manage to go back in time and crash their plane.
These are working replicas of the glider and plane the Wright brothers made and used.
Darbs wanted to wear Dad's cheap sunglasses that replaced Dad's other cheap sunglasses that vanished into the special abyss named "Dad's old sunglasses." Christine told her to stop for a picture and this is the pose she struck. This scene would shortly end up with Darby turfing in onto the sidewalk.
Kitty Hawk is a seriously cool place. It felt like an old Civil War battlefield for some reason, maybe because of the monuments and obvious care taken for the place. But there was also the sense that this was important ground because what took place here changed the world dramatically. I tried to put this into perspective for the kids by pointing out that because of planes the missionaries and the brethren could go anywhere to preach the gospel. It was a necessary step to the fulfillment of prophecy.
That is Kill Devils Hill. On top is the monument to the Wright Brothers. It's farther away than it looks and yeah, we walked up there with all four kids. They ran up in excitement. They walked down wanting dad to carry them.
Its an impressive monument to two great Americans.
Unfortunately for the kids and Christine they happened to be accompanied by a history major. I HAD to walk the original flight path. So I dragged a couple kids down and back. This is the take off spot.
The landing spot of attempt number one. 12 seconds of flight!
The final attempt on December 17, 1903. Almost a minute in the air, the plane traveled 852 yards.
Paige had to get her picture taken at every touchdown spot. Christine attributes this fascination with Sesame Street, one of Paige's favorites.
After an hour and a half of walking around everyone was ready to relax at the beach. So we drove a mile or so to the nearest spot, unloaded everything and headed out to catch some waves on the boogie board. Now, this was not our first rodeo and I knew this would last all of maybe an hour. So our expectations were low. We put up a gazebo thingy to change in, provide shade, whatever and I took each kid one at a time into the ocean to catch some waves on a boogie board. Except for Paige, we just jumped around in the surf. Anyway, Darbs officially had the best wave and all was well until the gazebo blew over to everyone else's amusement at the beach. So Christine along with some other kind souls attempted to right the gazebo/kite whilst also keeping our other children from killing themselves in the ocean.
That more or less signaled the end of the ocean portion of our trip and we headed back slowly to the car with an extra fifteen pounds of sand and saltwater to boot, most of which was embedded firmly in the girls hair. We then got some pizza and drove back home arriving shortly after 10 pm. Christine told me to blog it since, frankly, she did the lions share of the work and would probably put a decidedly different, less rosy spin on the entire excursion.
Note to self uno. Bring stakes along to keep the gazebo down. Or really string to fly it as a kite. Either or would be fine.
Note to self dos: Beach house with direct beach access would be nice.
I will let Christine take it from here.

























