Also known as the Outer Banks.
I figured it's about time I share about our lovely family 
vacation to Hatteras Island, NC. It was a first time for us all. All as in 
all twelve of us. Two sisters and a friend flew in from Montana. All five Stayer sisters together at last. Add the two 
Steves, two dogs, two parents, two grand parents and a partridge in a pear tree. My mom was on cloud nine. It’s been close to
 a decade since we have all gone on a family vacation together. I know 
what you’re thinking. This could go well or poorly. It went extremely 
well! And I’m not being sarcastic. 
And whose bright idea was it to bring the dogs anyway?
 This is where “bramble” comes into play. Is this a real word? I don’t 
know. I think it is. What I do know is the terrain is very cactus/desert like in 
the Outer Banks. At least where we were staying. Not at all dog friendly. There were  
little prickly tumbleweeds everywhere. They got stuck on the dogs paws, they stabbed 
us in the feet {mostly my dads feet}. It was a pain 
literally and figuratively speaking. My dad called them brambles. Just 
so we’re clear. By the end of the week we were calling them 
brumbles {blame the alcohol?}. 
We had fun. Lots of fun. Plain and simple as that. I
 don’t think I’ve ever been as relaxed in my entire life as I was on 
this vacation. There was nothing to do, people. Nothing. Like the only 
touristy thing we did was go see a lighthouse. And we didn’t even climb 
up the stairs to take in the view because we are a} too cheap b} scared 
of heights c} ain't nobody got time for that. 
Our day looked like this:
9 am-2 pm: rise and shine, drink coffee, eat 
breakfasts made by the father, drink mimosas, apply sunscreen, go the 
beach, drink mojitos/gin and tonics/beer/wine/whiskey and 
cokes, walk back to the house to make fluffernutters, go back to the 
beach, take a nap, talk about life, throw around a football, play 
catchphrase, jump in the waves.
2 pm-6pm: get tired of the beach, make more coffee,
 go to the pool, re-apply sunscreen, try to get dad to say the word 
“bramble” or "brumble", grab a beer, go in the hot tub, take a shower, 
drink five glasses of water, apply aloe vera, put on something nice.
6 pm-midnight: Go out to dinner, order a water, eat seafood, 
take pictures of each other/yourself/the scenery, go to DQ for buy one
 get one 99 cent blizzards, change into comfy clothes or swim suit, 
resume drinking alcohol of any variety and/or coffee, sit around and 
argue about what we should do next, play a game such as apples to 
apples “winner takes a shot” version, have drunk conversations about 
how going back to work and reality will suck, laugh until your sides 
hurt, go night swimming in the ocean, go in the hot tub, go to sleep to the 
sound of the waves crashing against the shore. Insert happy sigh {here}.
Repeat for seven days. And that's all you really need to know.
And since pictures speak louder than words…
 
 ^^^this is how one does a road trip with a dog. well pardon me, jake.
^^^safety first :)
^^^vacation= mimosas every morning
^^^take me back there
^^^the man who made us breakfast. thanks dad!
 
^^^daily DQ run
^^^mojitos
 ^^^sand bar
^^^crazy crowds
^^^Leesha "book worm" Stayer
^^^yep, I'd say this is about 4 o'clock-ish
^^^"now wave to the camera..." {???}
^^^proof of night swimming. also right before I went down and camera drowns. miraculously iPhone survives.







































