Wilmington

Before heading for camp, we stopped at the Blue Surf Cafe in Wilmington for lunch. Or dinner ... it was about 3:00. Though it looked inauspicious sitting in a small strip mall, our meal was stupendous. Baja shrimp tacos with spicy greens and chipotle mayonnaise on the most amazing fresh-made corn tortillas. On the side was a chili-mango and radish salsa on mizuma greens which has to be tasted to be believed. It was worth the wait.

We weighed going off and doing tourist things, but decided just to set up camp and relax. Thunderstorms are promised (in fact we are listening to some distant thunder right now), and we were VERY hot and tired. Heather was so hot, she spilled apple cider all over, and GORDON was so hot he didn't know whether he wanted a beer or not. Heather RAN to the trunk and grabbed and emergency IPA.

The campground is about 5 miles from Wrightsville Beach, and we have a lovely private spot nestled in sand and gnarly coastal pines. It is finally cooling off and the thunder has grown to occasionally shake the entire trailer.

MORHING UPDATE: We awoke at 6:00 to a veritable concert of barnyard bellows. A VERY active and persistent rooster who sounded unlike any rooster I've ever heard. Being a North Carolina rooster, perhaps he was doing a rebel yell. Not to be outdone a very agitated dog was shouting counterpoint machine gun style. A poor beleaguered turkey, obviously straining for any space in the serenade, filled any silence with a soft gobble. Gordon is sure he heard a pig adding his disapproving grunts but i must have missed those when i plugged my ears. We finally gave it up and got out of bed. We soon realized it must have been our angels alerting us to get up and LOOK AT THE WEATHER!Läs mer