North Carolina here we come!! Nine days after we left Greenville we made it to NC. We set out to see the North Carolina coast. We took 179N towards small beach towns passing through Sunset Beach and Ocean Isle (where in-fact I spotted a road called Evora, and if it wasn't a crime what a lovely souvenir present it could have been for someone very special). As night began to fall we made the decision to bypass Holden Beach (a place I wanted to see though didn't recall why) and head to South Port. We needed our rest and South Port had the closets Walmart to our location. Eventually Hwy 179 ended and we followed the signs towards South Port, but our unknown destination was Holden Beach. Without even a chance to say, "Uhhh...were we suppose to veer somewhere?" We found ourselves climbing the twisted bridge over the waterway, looking below at the water front houses, boats, and the reflection of the lights in the water. As we descended down the bridge the sign read, Welcome to Holden Beach. We both agreed..."Well we're here so lets at least just go check it out." We turned right heading down the main road we went a little piece and decided to pull in a parking lot to look at the map. South Port couldn't be far. On the way out Chris said he wanted to pull in a camp ground we had passed, "Just to look," he said. I didn't even see the the campground. We pulled in seeing no sign of anyone at the office. We saw a car pull up. Someone went in the office/cafe and came back out. The car began to head for the exit and stopped by our truck to ask if we were looking for a place to stay for the night. Chris responded, "Well, we weren't but...," he told us just to find a spot on the right side of the park and to come and settle up in the morning..."if we wanted to."
I had never seen such a small quaint campground. There was about 30 spots total and it was located ocean front. I ran up the steps of the beach access to be greeted by the beautiful sound of night waves crashing on the beach. There wasn't a soul to be seen. Beautiful silence. We pulled to the closets available spot nearest to beach access.
While setting up the camper our next door neighbor, Frenchy came out to ask us if she needed to move her car. Frenchy told us not to walk across the parking lot to use the restroom, but instead to knock on her door. We said thank you politely and carried on. Later in the night we set out to walk across the parking lot, and in our intended path was Frenchy. She was dressed in a white teary cloth robe, walking her dog, Gracie, a protective old in age Beagle. She insisted that we come in and use her loo informing us that she has kids and she wouldn't want it any other way. Inside sat two beautiful cats looking curiously at the door as we entered. Frenchy lives by herself on Holden Beach 9months out of the year. She said, "After being married for 50+ years, she wanted to move back towards her roots, she continued, my husband does his thing, I do mine, if he wants to come down he knows there is a bed here for him to sleep in." Funny.
The next morning we awoke before sunrise. I quickly got dressed, grabbed a blanket, some coffee, and headed to the beach for some quiet time and devotion. The sun rose out of the fog creating a mystic scenery as it rose higher and higher. Peaceful and quietly I sat. I returned to the Skamper for some pancakes wonderful Christopher had made. Yum!! He makes the BEST pancakes (mine could never compare)! I returned to the beach and spent some time looking for shells. The shells are a lot different from shells you see on the South Carolina coast. Most of them are complete, and the ones that are broken are pieces of a much larger shell (we are collecting at least one rock or shell from significant places, and Chris made it his job to write the place and the date on it). There is most likely lots to be found under the sand at Holden Beach. While wondering around on the sand I called Jeanne. The first time we had spoken since we have been away. I miss you so much!!!
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