with water, in the middle of nowhere

Over the course of my nearly-thirty years, I have taken a lot of trips to Myrtle Beach, SC.  If you've ever been to Myrtle, you know that it is an absolute carnival of overindulgence.  Too many shops, too many amusement parks, too many go-kart and laser tag places, too much putt-putt, too many restaurants (well, maybe not-- there's still always a line!), too many cars, and way too many people. 

I've also been to other beaches, sure, but they all seem to have way too much.  Maybe that's because I always go with my mother, and she's the absolute Queen of Too Much. 

There was this one time, though, that she let someone else choose the location and we stayed in a little beach condo on the Outer Banks.  That was heavenly.  There was nowhere near too much.  There were maybe four or five other families on our stretch of beach.  Of course, we've never been back.

But, now that I am nearly thirty, it might at some point be time for my husband and me to start choosing our vacation locations.  Just maybe.  What do you think? 

So, inspired by Mama Kat's Writing Prompts, I started thinking about what my ideal vacation home would look like. 

And, then I realized that I don't even care what the actual house looks like.  It should be small, as my family isn't that big.  It should be Ocean Front, with not many other houses around.  It should have a little walkway out to the beach (preferably a raised deck so that we wouldn't encounter snakes or other creepy-crawlies as we traversed the dunes), and it would be comfortable.  A kitchen and three bedrooms would be a must, and a porch with rocking chairs and a swing, too.  But that's it.  I'm not that picky.  I just want quiet relaxation, that's all.