Summer of 1985 on Stallworth Lake-
We pulled up at the Miles Cabin with most of my family in tow. My 2 brothers and I ran straight from the car to the old dented up john boat and paddled over to the beach while my never complaining mother unloaded all of our junk out of the car.
The next day, grandparents, aunts, uncles and cousins arrived, and the crabbing began. Blue crabs out the wazoo! I remember my uncle spending most of his time having a cold beer, cleaning crab and pulling sand spurs out of my feet. Mom spent most of her time feeding everyone and hanging up swimsuits to dry. The rest of her time was spent on the beach trying to get the attention of her 3 sons who had swum out past the second sandbar.
We were only there for a couple weeks that summer, but I still think about it to this day. No worries except the inevitable sand in your bed and the day you load up the car to go home.
We had been going there for years but that particular summer is stuck in my memory. Good family time! Hope to give my little one some similar memories!