Today was, by far, the best day on the beach. As many of our neighbors bid a fond farewell to the OBX, we were grateful to be staying another week. When Mom took us for our morning walk around the lake and we were blinded by the giant orb in the sky that many call the sun, we knew that it was going to be a grand day on the beach. No dark gray clouds looming overhead. No pesky biting flies. Just one bothersome biting, bat pig.