| Saturday morning, we ventured out to Lexington, NC, for the second part of our NASCAR extravaganza. We first headed out to RCR Museum. Richard Childress was the team owner that Dale Earnheardt drove for. The museum had an awesome selection of artificats and memorabilia of his racing history. The hubs was in heaven. |  | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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| A kid in a candy shop. |
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| I like the recycling aspect. |
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| I think he has a new career aspiration. |
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| My favorite display. It just made me happy. |
So apparently Richard Childress is quite the hunter...I was a bit unnerved by the beady eyes staring down at me.
Upon leaving the Museum, we headed out to Lexington Barbeque...allegedly the best barbeque in the world. And it was pretty good.
From there, we headed right up the road to Richard Childress Vineyards. Yes, this is the same NASCAR owner that had the museum and killed lots of animals. He also makes wine-pretty good wine. More on that later. It was very much the perfect merger of me and the hubs.
At that point, there was nothing left in central North Carolina for us to do...so we started our trek out to Holden Beach, NC, a small little down in the south eastern corner of the state. We got there just as the rest of the hubs's family was heading out to the ocean. We threw on our suits-well, I did-and joined them on a late afternoon swim.
Have I mentioned how much I love the ocean? I never feel more comfortable, more at home, more at rest than when I'm with at the shore. It makes me happy.
Sunday morning started with a breakfast of eggs, bacon, toast, and mimosas, and by noon, we were out on the beach. I ended up getting quite engrossed in my book (Water for Elephants by Sara Gruen-highly recommend it), and my legs turned a bit crispy. When I went back in the water for my last swim, I could feel the heat on the back of my knees. When I got back to the beach house, my legs looked something like this from my ankle to my thigh:
We spent the evening playing beer pong....I've never played it before in all my days, and it truly showed. The hubs and I lost to his brother and sister, who in turned played his parents. It was not at all a traditional evening by any stretch of imagination. About midnight, I waddled my sunburnt self upstairs, crawled into bed, and tried to find a position where my legs didn't hurt.
When we woke up the next morning, I was so hoping to head out and get a little more time in a the beach before we left in the afternoon, but my skin just couldn't handle another day out in the sun. We ended up heading on out about 10:30, bidding our long weekend good bye, and heading back to our puppies at home. It was a great weekend, and I'm so glad we were able to get out of town. It's nice, though, to be home and getting back to normal.
