We ventured back to the place where it all began, South Padre Island. It's hard to believe that only six months ago we made the radical decision to sell our house and most of our belongings to move into an RV. What started as simple questions asking how we can we simplify our live the life we wanted and invest in our family, has lead us to this moment right here. We are standing on faith at the moment; our house has been on the market now for about 2 months now. Waiting is so hard. We feel like this is the path we are supposed on, but trusting God gets harder the longer we wait for the offer.
I wish I could say that journey to South Padre was without incident, but it wasn't. We went to check in and missed the office to check in to the RV park. We drove to the gate and the sign said 13'9" and we thought we were 12'9". (Note to self make sure we measure the RV) Our air conditioners were going to hit the sign, so Eric started backing up. In the stress of it all, neither of us remembered or realized that we needed to engage the slide hitch. Buck, is unique (I'll do a post on him at a later time), and because of this we backed in to Wanda, our RV (I'll introduce her later too). I was out directing traffic and CRACK. Eric realized what it was soon has he got out. I looked at Wanda and saw her beautiful fiberglass skin cracked in multiple places. Well, gorilla tape to the rescue. Eric engaged the slide hitch we cleared traffic and checked into the office. Had we gone to the office first, we would have known that there was a side entrance we could have used. Definitely not how we wanted to start our week long vacation at the beach.
Our family LOVES the beach! If you ask Elyssa where she wants to go, she will almost always say, "the island". So it was no surprise that the family opted to go to the beach instead of Great Wolf Lodge this year. We had a blast. We made a volcano, taught the kids to play 4 square (well sort of), went on a scavenger hunt, and witnessed a shark attack. Yes! We are pretty sure there was a shark. 3 guys walked up to us and were obviously shaken and said they were tossing the football around and there was thrashing, then a "huge cloud of blood". Then they showed us the football; it looked like something had bitten into it. We looked out over the gulf and saw a flock of seagulls hovering over the water with something floating on the water. There was half a dozen or so people wading out in the water trying to see what is going on. Suddenly, more thrashing, and screaming and yelling as everyone was running out of the water. There was something big out there. From the shore we watched the seagulls pick at the remains for awhile before we ventured back into the (shallow) water and things got back to normal. One of the guys with the football never did return to the water.
This time, instead of staying in condo, we stayed in our future house, our house on wheels. We sat by the ocean, breathed in the salty air, felt the cool ocean breeze and it filled us with anticipation. The anticipation of traveling, seeing the United States, saying yes to adventure, and living life without fear. I can't believe this about to be my life.