The Shady Beach Motel
Here we are on the outerbanks on N.C. Our pit stop for the night.
Heather and I have been in 7.8 fights since this little road trip has begun.
Mostly stemming from my farts or her lack of patience with yours truly.
Looking forward to making some fun videos of the reality show that is the Whittakers.
But for now, the beach, a beverage, and my babies are calling.
Late.
Los









Hey. The Outer Banks aren’t shady. They’ve just got character.
you gotta get to jockey’s ridge — the kids will love it (your calves won’t, but the kids will). run down really fast for me…
wow, how long is this vacation?
My wife has issues with my farts too. She seems to think I fart more than anyone on the planet. I don’t think it is quite that bad. I just think it is because she never had a brother.
Oh My Gosh! OBX are awesome! Go fishing….we caught 25 somethin’ shark last time I was up there.
-cD
What are these “farts” of which you speak? They sound fun.
I’m totally psyched that you guys decided to stop in the Outer Banks! My favorites!
as i was browsing down your blog today i realized you have a common fart theme in several post. should we be alarmed?