As you know if you've read much of this blog, we flat tow the Jeep behind the motorhome. Since the Jeep is on 37s and is not exactly built for highway efficiency, it tends to wear the front tires more aggressively than the rear while being towed. Especially when the tires are nearly bald, which for this trip was intentional. I have a new set sitting in the driveway for when we get home, and was planning to do half the trip, rotate the tires, and come home just about showing cords/belts to get every last mile out of these. Luckily I was able to find a local shop down here to take care of the rotation, as I really didn't have room to pack a floorjack, jack stands, etc.
This is Auto Banks, about 4 minutes away from our campground. I had left a rambling voicemail the night before asking for a window sometime over the next 4 days. Josh called me this morning and said he would hold the lift open if I could make it down there soon. After 15 minutes he had everything taken care of, and even attempted to do this free of charge. I was prepared for this as I had read the reviews, and had also grown up watching my dad do this over and over for people, "It didn't take very long, so I'm not going to charge you anything." Incorrect, you will take my money even though I appreciate the gesture. If you are ever near Frisco, NC and need any car repairs, this is the only call you should make.
Next up, we loaded up the Jeep with all the necessary beach gear and headed out. From our previous experience down here, we were all pretty excited to drive on the beach and pick out the perfect spot.
This time around it was far less crowded, so we claimed our spot and proceeded to play in the waves for hours. Now I won't belabor the point, but one of the memories I have as a kid was watching all the other kids run out to the water, splash around and have an overall great time. I was always a few steps behind as it took a few minutes for my mom to apply a greasy white layer of sunscreen with a caulk gun, leaving enough finger/hand prints to mark me like this guy.
I swore I would never allow this to happen to my own child, and yet here I was watching her get slathered in drywall mud so she could enjoy a few minutes out in the sun. I'm so sorry kiddo. I can only hope you don't have the same pent up rage associated with this affliction.
(Thanks Clifford, your endless stream of ginger memes has finally paid off).
Once we were in the water, it was time to play. Kimberly's favorite place is a wave pool, and this was the real thing.
It took all of 5 minutes of waves searching for it to happen - and by 'it', I mean a Point Break reference. Not the recent abomination of a remake that just came out, but the real, glorious original. If you haven't seen it, drop everything you are doing and put it on a loop for the next 24hrs. You're welcome. (NSFW - LANGUAGE and ANTHONY KIEDES)
vaya con dios
I trust you will do the proper research on Johnny Utah on your own time.
After hours of salt water ingestion and sunblock fogging, we decided it was time to head back to the campsite. However, just as we were packing up, this little mail plane flew by.
Finally, back at the site we were once again spoiled with not only this view,
but Jordan met a few friends from the site next door and played on their climbing ropes set up in the trees between us, rode bikes, and ate fruits & veggies (of course).
Then Jordan was minding her own business and appeared to be filming an episode of Laser Cats.
Things got pretty quiet after the sunset. We had a pretty big day, the only thing keeping us from going directly to sleep was the ridiculous amount of stars overhead. There is no light pollution out here, so the stars seem twice as bright.
Tomorrow - hop the ferry to Ocracoke Island and explore. Solid work today.
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