Not a sound could be heard when we set off for the beach at 8:00am this morning. (if we ignore the one random gunshot from the woods). We turned right at the church, went straight on at the Y, then turned left at the civil war trail. All this meant we arrived at the Taylor's weekend beach retreat in about an hour & a half. Bobbie Joe has given the place a infectious positive vibe. This was achieved through bright colours & a flip flop theme for everything in the property. You cannot fail to be happy in such a place. It was here we ate breakfast that we had collected from the Emerald Isle grill.
We unhitched the jet skis at the wharf & set out into the inland waterway that feeds the Atlantic. Randy & I spotted a loggerhead sea turtle. Which i was assured was a very rare sight in the wild. Cameron & Anna had scouted a location on the beach where we set up camp. The day was spent drinking mountain dew in the waves, sunbathing, & some high speed jet ski action.
Last time I was on a jet ski was in the south of Spain when I was compared to James May aka Captain Slow. I could not be labeled this today. I took the ski to its maximum speed, topping 54mph. Cameron had purchased a floatation device designed to be pulled along by the ski. When it was my turn I didn't fall off at high speed. They could only get me off when they slowed to an idling speed. I did achieve the unique feet of getting Cameron & Randy to fall off their ski whilst pulling me along.
With the sun burning down we headed back to the wharf. On the way Randy was flagged down by a stranded boat. Stopping to help the boat turned out to be bad news for us. We got stranded in shallow water & the engine failed to engage properly. We pressed on at the rapid speed of 1mph until Randy returned to tow us to the wharf.
Along the day we had already lost 2pairs of sunglasses & a live vest temporarily. Two people had injured toes, & when we reached the wharf it was my turn to add to the injury list. I fell back into the water, bouncing off the jet ski, when attempting to get on the wharf. With quick reactions though I saved my sunglasses & flip flops.
We drove to Atlantic Beach for dinner for some traditional southern cuisine. I had shrimp & grits at a restaurant called Amers Mosquito. Our waitress kept me topped up with mountain dew, & Randy purchased me a shirt to commemorate the visit. On the drive back to Greenville we passed a couple of military bases that are located in north Carolina.
When we returned home the jet skis were not finished playing. They headed down the path on their trailer & into Cameron's Jeep. I guess they did not which to end such a fun day. To be fair who can blame them!