
First Landing State Park: camping with indoor plumbing and A/C
When you have kids you do family things like book a week in a rustic cabin at a state park. As Robert Benchley once said "In America, there are two classes of travel: First class, and with children."
You envision quality family time - making s'mores, swimming, kayaking, riding bikes, waking up to the smell of bacon and eggs.
Our journey began as we loaded up the Dodge Ram Hemi 4x4 (Tony said I had to put Hemi in there) with bikes, kayaks, board games, beach chairs and anything else we could cram under the canopy. We hit the road with one curious dog, one wide eyed cat, two eager to hit the surf kids, one overexhausted mom, one ready to rumble Dad; all eager to swim and get sand between our ears.
A necessary stop at The Peanut Outlet on the way (the other side of Emporia VA). This is the only tourism/educational part of this story - Did you know Virginia grows the finest peanuts? (Info here) 
It was 99 degrees outside the truck and 200 inside as the "Stupid Woman" as she is lovingly referred to (aka GPS) tried to send us reeling over the Chesapeake Bay Bridge and pummeling under the tunnel. We quickly caught on to her scheme and veered off in time to head toward First Landing State Park/VA Beach. The Aussie in the big rig with the kayaks stickin' out the rear and 5.7 litre Hemi with Dual Exhausts (again, Tony made me put that in there) were safely enroute to our destination.
I have discovered something - a GPS is good for two things and two things only:
#1 To take the heat off the "Nagigator" as a guest once referred to his wife - pre-Satellite Navigational Systems era...and...
#2 Locating Super WalMarts in any city, state or area across this fine land.


My opinion is that all GPS lead to WalMart. Okay so maybe I am a bit conspiratorial, but they certainly do not follow the easiest, most direct or time efficient route.
We checked into the hovel, ahem cabin, unloaded everything and begged off to the beach. By this time it was only a mere 96 degrees, and should be nice in the water!
The Chesapeake Bay - the largest bay in the United States and richest in the world was gorgeous. Water temp was 79.1 degrees while nearby Va Beach Atlantic Ocean was a brisk
68. Gentle swells, ships passing (USN,
Freightliners, Tall Sailing Vessels, Fishing boats) our kind of place.
We all went for a cool refreshing dip, even Junie seemed to be enjoying this cool down after the 6 hours drive to get here. Ahhhh we're finally here - a week at the beach, time to relax.
Wait! What's that? A crying teenager? That's my teenager! She comes running up and out of the water holding her neck with tears shooting from her eyes, screaming out in pain.
"A jellyfish stung me! A jellyfish!" She muttered in between sobs.
She was hit on the neck and down one arm as she tried to pull the squishy monster off her. Her neck and shoulder and arm welted up like she had fallen into a wasps nest and could't get up!
Poor child, at the beach finally and she gets attacked! After immediate help and applications of Melaleuca (Australian Tea Tree Oil) and antihistamine she had some rough days ahead in the forecast. This was not a moon jellyfish, maybe a Man of War or Sea Nettles. The sting was so severe, nothing like a casual sting of a usual jelly.
Now what? Do we pack up and leave and drive the 6 hours back home? Will she go back in the water after this? Will any of us go back in the water?
Well I am pleased to announce after a morning swim, that Tony and the girls are riding the trails happily on their bikes. Junie is here with me on the porch chasing skeets, skanks, skedoodles - whatever those salamander-like-lizards are called and all is well.
When they get back we'll apply another layer of calladryl on the sting site, which now includes part of her face, and see what tonight brings.
PS Did you know Little Debbie's Nutty Bars have recipes on the box? I wonder how I can turn THAT into a breakfast dish? The things you learn when you rough it.
--That's what these innkeepers did on vacation.