Day 9 started in the rain, as we needed to pack up and get on the road for the drive from Charleston to Buxton, NC and the Outer Banks. The rain tapered off long enough for us to get everything situated, tanks dumped, Jeep hooked up, etc. One small situation - a colony of fire ants decided that our grill was a sanctuary from the rain, so that took an extra 20 minutes or so of some highly unrecommended tactics to cleanse the grill.
I'm still quite certain that my next chipotle chicken sausage will have one of these fellas riding shotgun.
Since most of the day was highway driving (not much more disheartening than hitting the on ramp, then hearing the GPS lady say "continue on route for 374 miles"), we built a nest for Jordan and let her catch up on sleep. James Island waterpark 1, 5 year old 0.
A quick check of the weather showed that we would be chasing this storm system the entire day. At this point we fully expected to see Jim Cantore and Reed Timmer waiting for us at our site.
Most of the rest of our day involved bridges and rain.
At this point it seemed like the GPS lady was a bit overly ambitious about our rig's capabilities, but a couple of zooms in revealed a road in there.
It's not every day that you just randomly happen upon a bright yellow early 70s Plymouth Roadrunner, and even less likely that it would be supercharged and built to the level that this one was. If you know your TV history, you recognize that car as very similar to...
...Daisy Duke's car in the first few seasons of the Dukes of Hazzard. Daisy's was a '74, and the one we passed is a '73, but the resemblance is clear.
Sadly Daisy's car met an untimely demise when the cousins drove it off a cliff and made Roscoe believe he had killed the Duke boys. They made things right with Daisy by replacing her Roadrunner with this '80 CJ7 with the ridiculous DIXIE decals. The 80s...
Back to roads (that's a total weird word isn't it), we happened upon about a mile long field of sunflowers. When you're driving all day, this is noteworthy.
Shortly after this we passed a Red wolf crossing sign - not something you see every day, then a bear crossing sign.
I couldn't help but think of poor Donna the deer lady, because why on earth would the government want an endangered species like the red wolf to cross a busy highway there?
I fully expected to see one of these next.
More bridges. Not Nash Bridges, just regular ones.
Finally we had reached the Cape Hatteras National Seashore. If you have not been here, I highly recommend it. Just a small strip of land, a road, and houses probably occupied by those that the Kennedy family has been paying off to keep their kids out of jail.
We reached the campground just in time to set up and cruise down the street to catch a seafood dinner and sample some of North Carolina's local brews. These are from the Weeping Radish - interesting name, good beer.
Tomorrow we explore the beach in the Jeep and hopefully get in some quality time in the ocean. Hopefully I have time to sneak in a couple of these, I'm sure the ladies won't mind.
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