Cashmere's log - Day Five

OMG. This is hell. Everytime we pack up the camper and get in the car I think that we are going home but we just keep getting further and further away from my chaise lounge and my couch. I thought that the sand burrs were bad and the wild cats in Rodanthe that ate my food every night. I also was weirded-out by the gravestones right behind our site while Mom and Dad went to the beach for three hours. Then, Dad made me swim in the bay while Mom paddled around on the surfboard. But now, we are in a place called "Frisco" in the outer banks and it has been raining on and off all day. The rain stopped briefly and we got to play "stick" and I jumped over a pile of seagrass and sprained my already weak ankle. I am too old for this. I tried to eat my dinner and the awning on the camper is blowing and banging and Dad made a fire in a random old grill that he "borrowed" from a neighboring campsite and it is so windy the smoke keeps blowing in my face. What was that?!? Was that lightning?!? Thunder?!? Ohhhh nooooooo......