I HATE SHARING.....

Two more weeks until the OBX will be crawling with people.

Colorful beach umbrellas,
 surfboards, laughing children
 and shell seekers
 will line the
Cape Hatteras
shoreline.

Once again it will become difficult to find a place to park, find a place for dinner without a reservation ,
and poor Gizmo will have to sport his "leash" (uh  - such a dirty, dirty  word)

Oh how I will miss the tranquility, serenity and freedom.

I flashback to last summer.   I remember that with the colorful and noisy  crowds come
music festivals, seafood festivals, art festivals, fishing tournaments, surfing tournaments, fireworks, early evening boat cruises,
tan lines,  natural blonde highlights, warm ocean water, and balmy summer breezes.  
All things I love.

So I think this week Gizmo and I will start working on the "transition."
From freedom to leashes.  From hot chocolate on the fishing pier to Ice cream on the beach.
From bundled up walks along the shore - to early morning romps in the surf.  We can do this.

Ahh, it won't be so bad.  After all - it's only a couple of months.