Me: I am sitting at the beach...because people say it's relaxing. I work here though, so I don't think it is...what I really need is to get away. I always liked the idea of Beaufort.
Momma: You should go. It's Labor Day weekend, you may not get another chance.
Me: I can't justify spending the money right now.
Momma: What if I promised to pay for your B&B in town?
Me: Then I would promise to go.
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| From my B&B porch swing |
After my volunteer shift at the aquarium on Sunday night, I drove north with my borrowed GPS and high hopes for my adventure. I enjoyed the sunset just as I drove over the bridge to Beaufort. The B&B I pulled up to was the best in town, I am sure! The Innkeeper's son was playing at a restaurant in town so I dropped my stuff and headed straight there for dinner.
Bad move, I ended up paying WAY too much money for the worst crab dip I had in my life! (It was probably just cream cheese with fake crab sprinkled on top) Perhaps I am a crab Nazi being from the eastern shore...but that stuff was not worth it. So to justify it I waited 2.5 hours for the band to come and play. Sleepily, I sat for two songs then called it a night.
The next day I started off with a taxi boat out to Shackleford Banks to collect some shells, but as I was walking I started to grab litter up off the ground. It's nearly impossible for me to ignore litter. And one piece turned into two...then three...then twelve. Two hours later, I am sweaty and sunburned, with a jacket full of trash and three seashells.
Bad move, I ended up paying WAY too much money for the worst crab dip I had in my life! (It was probably just cream cheese with fake crab sprinkled on top) Perhaps I am a crab Nazi being from the eastern shore...but that stuff was not worth it. So to justify it I waited 2.5 hours for the band to come and play. Sleepily, I sat for two songs then called it a night.
The next day I started off with a taxi boat out to Shackleford Banks to collect some shells, but as I was walking I started to grab litter up off the ground. It's nearly impossible for me to ignore litter. And one piece turned into two...then three...then twelve. Two hours later, I am sweaty and sunburned, with a jacket full of trash and three seashells.
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| This aint the half of it! |
Upon returning to the mainland, I disposed of all my litter and headed to the Maritime Museum where surprisingly I got to touch a whale heart and see the poo tube from Blackbeard's ship. (No really...it sank off the coast there and they claim that the sewer pipe on his ship might be the closest link to Blackbeard we have. Given the conditions of the time, he probably spent a lot of time in ship's potty...) GROSS! There were other relics from his ship and overall the exhibits there were great.
I also went to Fort Macon where I was assured by the park ranger that I did indeed go to the restaurant with the worst food in town for dinner last night. And she helped me correct the error with a much better suggestion for the night. After a delicious meal at Finz complete with desert, I was able to walk it off in the historic cemetery and head home. A pleasant trip indeed!
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| Grave Marker reads "Little Girl Buried in Rum Keg" |
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| Shackleford Banks |
With ALL that said, I feel very blessed. I am training for my Color Me RAD 5k, I am taking random painting classes, and I am surrounded by the most beautiful nature and even more beautiful people. I am blessed!
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| Photos from Around Here |
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