Maine Coast

It was a 10.5 hour drive to Maine for Auntie Stina’s Wedding. Things did not go as planned that day and we ended up leaving much later in the morning than we had anticipated. [Long story, but the night before we had all three kids at the 24-Hour Urgent Care clinic; all three diagnosed with staph infections (CA-MRSA… for anyone who knows about this stuff, you know it is nasty!!!); prescribed 10-day rounds of antibiotics for which it took 3 different pharmacies in order to find enough of the antibiotic to fill all three prescriptions; no child got to bed before 10:30pm that night and both parents were completely spent (on top of everything else, Braydon had spent all day in Delaware that day for a venture capital conference); and, so, unfortunately, the final packing for the trip didn’t get done until the next morning.]  Anyway… it was a long drive that day. Toward the end, when things were getting really hairy, we ended up spontaneously making the decision to pull over for a couple of hours on the Maine Coast for some R&R before attempting the last 2-hour-long leg of the drive. It was around 5pm when we found our way to the beach– the magic hour. The light was gorgeous, there were hardly any other people within sight, and that time at the ocean turned out to be a really magical wonderful couple of hours for our family.