This beach house is two doors away, the one with the long while staircase to the sand. We rented that place in 1995 and had all eight children with us at one point, including our first brand new son-in-law. That year the rent for Saturday to Saturday was $2500. It was steep back then... but now? $10,000!
One of my favorite memories of this place? Bridget discovered early on sand in her bathing suit just wasn't for her. She stayed inside for a week drinking root beer from a wine glass and watching Saved by the Bell. I love that memory, Bridie.