On the BeachLucky to get a permit to hike into one of two 'primitive campsites' on the beach at the Canaveral National Seashore while the Blogmistress was in NC last weekend, I learned the following: (1) sand is a lot harder at 3am than 3pm; (2) ten-foot surf is lot louder at 3am than 3pm; and (3) the last beer in the little cooler tastes just as good at 3am as at 3pm.
Despite less than a great night's sleep, it was memorable. Just before sunset I was successful in getting a ruddy turnstone to eat peanuts nearly out of my hand, and in the middle of the night the Milky Way seemed bright enough to read by. Definitely my kind o' place.
And an encouraging sign for the rest of our trip: the tent--and I--remained dry as a bone through an early morning rainstorm. -DJN
2 comments:
Sounds pretty cool. Glad the tent is still in working condition, even if the tent bag has seen better days. You can blame pointy New England trees for most of that. Although, when you guys get out to the southwest, you might not even need a tent!
Doug, so you're saying you pulled an all-nighter with a cooler full of beer? Sounds more like Canaveral College than a national seashore. Cheers. Paul
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