EMERALD
ISLE BEACH GETAWAY
August 9 – 12, 2010
ROAD TRIP
Sometimes you just
gotta leave the hood. And then again, sometimes you just gotta open the hood. Especially if one of the fuel return lines has sprung
a leak. Bob pulled over at a Western Auto in Beulaville, bought some line
and a pair of pliers and wrestled with the hot engine. Meanwhile, Camille
stood under this lofty tree and ate some of the boiled peanuts she’d bought
along the road.
BRIDGE
OVER BOGUE SOUND
This was one of
those scary bridges that crops up in our dreams. Both Bob and Camille
sometimes dream they are driving or walking on a long, skinny road which
ultimately dips below the waterline. We have no choice but to forge
forward while trying to ignore the dread that the road disappears altogether
underneath the water. The view of Bogue Sound from the bridge was somewhat
reassuring because it showed there was some solid ground beneath us.
ODD COUPLE
Yes, here we are
in our fifties, as happy as clams and as odd as they come. No telling what
Camille is reacting to in either of these pictures. It might be the sun or
it might be the breeze. Meanwhile, Bob seems mighty uncomplicated and
quite pleased with himself.
EARLY
WALKS ALONG THE BEACH
We planned to stay
three nights and soon settled into a routine of walking the beach in the morning
and swimming in the afternoon.
WHITE SAND
AND FISHERMEN
The scene at day
break involves a lot of fishing poles. A long fishing pier stretches out
in the distance.
BUSY BIRDS
The seagulls and
the Semipalmated Sandpiper keep themselves busy working the shoreline for food.
GLORIOUS
We do take the sun
for granted but when it shines it speaks of glory. Bob put the camera down
low and captured the striking photo on the right. Camille’s Catholic grade
school books often depicted god as rays from the sun. One day as she was
walking home from first grade, she saw the sun beams radiating out from a cloud
and rushed home to tell her mother that she had just seen god!
FISHING
PIER
There’s something
about a pier that’s endearing, so Camille took quite a few pictures of it.
SLOW DOWN
AND SMELL THE SALT WATER
We hope the
maintenance man emptying garbage was not moving faster than 20 miles an
hour! Actually, the speed limit sign is posted for vehicles traveling up
and down the beach.
PELICANS
We enjoyed
watching the magnificent Brown Pelican cruising for edibles among the waves.
TIME TO
HEAD HOME
After three
relaxing days, we packed up and drove back to the piedmont.
FREEDOM
ISN’T FREE
On our way home,
we passed Camp Lejuene, the 246-square-mile U.S. military training facility
located along the stretch of
I-24 known as Freedom Way. It was sobering to think about how our lifestyle
has come to depend upon violence, at least in the minds of a majority of
Americans. Camille wrote about her impressions and why she believes we do
not have to be at war to be free here: Freedom,
Inc
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