We arrived at Caswell Beach last night, unpacked the car, provisioned ourselves at the grocery store, and then took a short sunset walk on the beach. Bou the Beagle sniffed diligently, fulfilling her self-appointed duty to pee in every crab hole she could find. Meanwhile, Asta the Wonder Mutt forgot her manners and pulled, incessantly, on the leash while we were near the surf. Too near, it seems, for Asta. It takes the pups a few days to acclimate to that loud, moving body of water. For a brief while Asta barked at wind-driven foam, but the novelty quickly wore off.
|Sunset on Monday|
|Asta insouciantly awaits the pending hurricane.|
|Sea oat seed heads in a sandy hollow near the dunes|
So Earl’s out there, and I'm at the beach without ongoing online RSS updates. That's because we’re offline for the entire week. Sure, I brought a laptop (mostly because there’s thousands of songs on my iTunes), as well as my iPad, just in case I wander off to the local public library or one of the handful of internet cafes here in the Oak Island/Southport neighborhood. We’re offline because Birds of A Feather, the mawkishly monikered cottage we’ve rented, is a bit run down (check out the sound construction of the spiffy walkway in the above photo of Asta, and you'll see what I mean about rundown). Wi-fi is pretty much out of the question here. It’s full of rustic beachfront charm, but if you want your weather, then it’s the Weather Channel on the 24” Samsung TV.
|Overlooking the Intercoastal Waterway in Southport|
In the meantime, we’ll have fun.
(We now leave me at the beach, reporting from last week, with a potential weather event looming over the horizon. What will happen? Stay tuned....)
|Imperiled by giant tropical drinks|