{"id":2971,"date":"2015-09-04T23:13:11","date_gmt":"2015-09-05T03:13:11","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.handsful.com\/?p=2971"},"modified":"2015-09-04T23:13:11","modified_gmt":"2015-09-05T03:13:11","slug":"vaca","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.handsful.com\/wordpress\/archives\/2971","title":{"rendered":"Vaca"},"content":{"rendered":"\"\"<\/a>\n

So, back in July we went to North Myrtle Beach for about a week.<\/p>\n\"\"<\/a>\n

Some of us enjoyed the water. Thankfully, no sharks to be seen.<\/p>\n\"\"<\/a>\n

Others decided to soak up the rays.<\/p>\n\"\"<\/a>\n

I preferred to hide under an umbrella, with my toes digging in the sand. I’d love to feel that again right about now.<\/p>\n\"\"<\/a>\n

Digging to China. Bad joke.<\/p>\n\"\"<\/a>\n

Surprisingly, Lainey found a new place to tumble. Not very surprising, actually.<\/p>\n\"\"<\/a>\n

This looks miserable. Lainey volunteered.<\/p>\n\"\"<\/a>\n

Lainey and Abbey soaking…<\/p>\n\"\"<\/a>\n

Payton, braving the sun to show off his guns.<\/p>\n\"\"<\/a>\n

Mommmmm…..<\/p>\n\"\"<\/a>\n

A sort of baseball with sand shovels and…sand.<\/p>\n\"\"<\/a>\n

Had to visit the aquarium…last time we had a family vacation to Myrtle, the bigs were littles. In fact, it was the last visit to this aquarium where we lost Ethan for about 10 agonizing minutes. He was 3 years old, and followed “me” (another lady) into the bathroom. He stayed in there until someone brought him out. Heart re-started.<\/p>\n\"\"<\/a>\n\"\"<\/a>\n\"\"<\/a>\n\"\"<\/a>\n\"\"<\/a>\n

After hanging out with all those fishies, we were hungry. The food here was awesome, and the music was even better. Favorite part is when all the waiters and waitresses lined up to sing along to “YMCA”.<\/p>\n\"\"<\/a>\n

If you go to Myrtle, you’ve gotta spend at least one night on the main drag. Where all the action is. We split up to go see a couple of attractions. Abbey, Lainey, Dylan, and myself checked out the Ripley’s museum, while Randy took the other bigs to a haunted attraction. Afterwards, we met up and let the littles did the bungee jump while Randy and the bigs rode the slingshot.<\/p>\n

I was a happy observer to both.<\/p>\n

When Dylan got to the front of the line for this, the operator saw his leg and said “I don’t think that’s allowed”. We respectfully told him that he’d done this type of thing before, as well as rock climbing with no issues. He had to ask his manager, which he did, and said all was well. Good thing. Randy would have been unpleasant had the answer been different.<\/p>\n\"\"<\/a>\n\"\"<\/a>\n\"\"<\/a>\n

Sunrise. Or, at least our best shot at sunrise. Apparently the sun was just around the corner from our hotel.<\/p>\n\"\"<\/a>\n

More beach time.<\/p>\n\"\"<\/a>\n\"\"<\/a>\n

Trying the new boogie board.<\/p>\n\"\"<\/a>\n\"\"<\/a>\n\"\"<\/a>\n

On Thursday, we decided to hire a private fishing charter and go catch some shark.<\/p>\n\"\"<\/a>\n

The boat was nice, with a captain and his trusty mate doing all the dirty work.<\/p>\n\"\"<\/a>\n

Ethan being Ethan.<\/p>\n\"\"<\/a>\n

So, we ride out quite a ways (can still see land on the horizon) and the plan is to throw out a huge net to catch bait fish. \u00c2\u00a0Randy is confused, because on charter trips he’s taken before, you actually FISH for the bait fish. \u00c2\u00a0Oh well, they must know what they’re doing. They throw out the net and we ride a bit more. \u00c2\u00a0Randy mans the helm while…<\/p>\n\"\"<\/a>\n

Captain, mate, and helper extraordinaire Payton pull the net in.<\/p>\n\"\"<\/a>\n

It’s almost empty. \u00c2\u00a0With the exception of a few cool things that they let us play with. \u00c2\u00a0“Us” meaning people other than myself. \u00c2\u00a0Here’s L with some type of jellyfish (we were assured it wouldn’t sting her).<\/p>\n\"\"<\/a>\n

Lo and behold, a baby shark. \u00c2\u00a0A quick pic and back in the water he goes.<\/p>\n\"\"<\/a>\n

This is a ribbon fish. \u00c2\u00a0Very pretty, looked like sterling silver on his scales.<\/p>\n\"\"<\/a>\n

drama queen<\/p>\n\"\"<\/a>\n

Baby sting ray…the mate held this for us, just in case. \u00c2\u00a0Then threw him back in.<\/p>\n

So, they try again with the net, and basically the same thing happens….a scarce supply of bait fish. \u00c2\u00a0They aren’t sure why the nets aren’t working well.<\/p>\n

We decide we’ve wasted enough time and start the actual fishing.<\/p>\n

Meanwhile, I’m trying to ignore the fact that I’m starting to feel a little queasy.<\/p>\n

Long story short, they set up 3 poles and we waited. \u00c2\u00a0When nothing happened, they drove the boat to a different spot, casted the lines, and we waited. \u00c2\u00a0We did get two fish to bite, but one bit through the leader (metal thingy at the end of the line) and another bit through the hook.<\/p>\n

The HOOK?!<\/p>\n\"\"<\/a>\n

They thought following behind a shrimp boat might help our chances.<\/p>\n

Nah. \u00c2\u00a0We did see some dolphins, though :)<\/p>\n\"\"<\/a>\n\"\"<\/a>\n

Nice shot of Marley waiting.<\/p>\n\"\"<\/a>\n

Waiting.<\/p>\n\"\"<\/a>\n

Ethan was the most “active” waiter, since he manned one of the poles most of the time.<\/p>\n\"\"<\/a>\n

My queasiness slowly turned into full-blown, think-I’m-gonna-die-I’ll-pay-anything-to-get-off-this-boat sea sickness. Thankfully, I stopped just short of having to lean over the side of the boat. \u00c2\u00a0Abbey was sweet to snap a pic of me trying to pretend I wasn’t miserable.<\/p>\n

I guess you guessed we never caught any fish. \u00c2\u00a0Randy was very bummed, and even though I felt bad, I REALLY wanted someone to catch a fish. \u00c2\u00a0Oh well…<\/p>\n

All in all, we had a great vaca. \u00c2\u00a0It was over far too soon. \u00c2\u00a0We checked out of our hotel and did a little shopping on the way home. \u00c2\u00a0Randy and I had to re-live past spring breaks at Myrtle by stopping by…<\/p>\n\"\"<\/a>\n\"\"<\/a>\n

Goodbye Myrtle…from the Clark clan.<\/p>\n

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