This morning we departed Fultur's Landing. Our new friends Lendy and Camren helped us transport our camp gear down to the kayaks in their golf carts and then took us out to breakfast. The people around here are so nice. Last night Lendy let us borrow his golf cart to drive to dinner (arround here a golf cart is unofficially deemed an acceptable mode of transportation on local roads). Back in Surf City a guy offered to let us borrow his new truck to do errands!
Camren wasn't joking about the firing range over the icw. Luckily they weren't scheduled to shoot today but we kept the vhf close at hand just in case there was a change of plans. It was kind of creepy paddling past old tankers covered in bullet holes, but we made it through in one piece.
The people at Hammock Beach State Park didn't extend the same Carolina welcome we have been receiving else where. The park staff are like the show Parks and Rec, minus the nice overachieving Amy Polarher character. We had to paddle 5 miles out of the way to get read park rules and a safety lecture. The park is a beauricratic nightmare. At hammock beach: there is no public nudity, get medical treatment if you are attacked by racoons, and if you get near or mess with a sea turtle there is a $100,000 fine.
Once we got our camping permit and made it over to bear island things turned arround. This hands down the prettiest campsite we have pitched our tent. Beautiful untouched beaches and dunes! We are sleeping tonight to the sound of the ocean!
-Hillary
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