Camden has been going to the Outer Banks since he was born, but I think this was the first year he actually enjoyed himself. For a month after we left every time we got in the car he would ask me if we could "go to da beach!"
No longer hindered by a morning nap, we spent hours on our little stretch of sand.
Running in the surf.
Yelling at the waves.
Dying with excitement when the Coast Guard helicopters flew by.
Playing in the sand.
Getting buried for the first time.
Hanging out under the tent with Daddy.
Trying out the lifeguards "motocokey".
I can't believe how big he looks in all these photos and it was so much fun to watch him enjoy all the cool things you can do at the beach.