Lowland Cruising....

Trip Start Sep 26, 2011
Trip End Dec 05, 2011

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Thursday, November 17, 2011

The storm let up as dawn approached, but it was still raining off and on.  I chose to wear my swimming suit to unhook the rv rather than create a bunch of wet clothes to haul around.  Thank goodness it was dark and deserted in the rv park.  Here I was running around, practically naked, I could have scared some school children.   The rain let up during this performance and only a few mosquitos found me in the dark, so all ended well.  We had a 7 a.m. show up time at the ferry.  

We made our way through the sleepy village of Ocracoke and were third in line.  Being the largest vehicle, they loaded us first.  The ferry takes two and a half hours  negotiating the channels in Pamlico Sound to Cedar Island which is connected to the mainland.  This trip took us through the waters where the infamous pirate,Edward Teach, aka “Blackbeard”, made his home and met his demise.  It was good to be on the water again, even if it was in a motor home on a ferry.  Only three vehicles aboard and the other two drivers laid their seats back and snoozed, so Barb and I had the ferry to ourselves.  I took the tour and then followed the other drivers example and took a nice nap on the couch.  Pleasant journey.

Driving through the quiet Lowlands, we came into Barb’s old stomping grounds, near Jacksonville North Carolina.  She and her ex husband lived here for a few years in the eighties and this was a nostalgic visit.  We walked the pretty waterfront of old Beaufort (Blackbeard slept here).  Then we went in search of her first home on one of the local golf courses at Cape Carteret.  Other than a few u turns, her memory of the place was perfect.  This area is home to Camp Lejeune and Marine Corps Air Station Cherry Point, where Barb worked.  “Thanks for your service!”

Myrtle Beach, South Carolina, was our destination for the day.  Again, mini-golf, souvenir shops and more buffets and pancake houses than I have ever seen lined the main drag through town. Just on the south side of Myrtle Beach, past the airport, there was a State Park Campground on the water.  We opted for a site in the back that wasn’t so congested.  Our fire was pretty and we stayed up til almost 10 p.m., late for us.

The next morning we left at the civilized hour of 9 a.m. and found one of the local pancake houses to pig out.  We like to eat breakfast in a restaurant to break the monotony of our healthy fruit and cereal routine in the morning.  I think those two cholesterol laden breaks destroy the benefits derived from the shredded wheat the other five mornings.

Today we visit the antebellum South, where the civil war is still termed the “War of Northern Aggression”.
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