I'll be honest with you – I'm still mourning the loss of my most favorite Dolce & Gabbana sunglasses, which I apparently left in the grass at Nissley after last Saturday's concert. I can't remember if I bought them one or two years ago at my favorite little sunglasses store in Rehoboth, but I must admit it's been distracting me. I just spent 10 minutes trying to find them online, but to no avail.
We didn't see any ponies yesterday, so that was a disappointment – but the only one. The seas and skies in North Carolina have been good to us, showering us with sunshine and perfect temperatures. I'm not sure I've ever swam in an ocean as warm as this, and there were plenty of jellyfish to show for it. We have lots of questions about these gelatinous creatures – for instance, do they all sting? (We think so.) Even when they're dead? (Probably shouldn't risk it.) We saw one super mama jellyfish – she was pretty scary looking, but she got carried back into the sea.
And I should mention this – I'm suspicious of these sandbars. First of all, I'm not used to them. Where I typically vacation, waves crash right there on the beach. Second, if you're going to be called a "sandbar," shouldn't you serve booze?
The 4-wheel drive beach is a different experience. The space is amazing – no families setting up oversized tents or moving chairs to steal your sandy real estate. Just us, then some surfers plenty of feet away on one side, some fisherman down the way on the other side. What is unusual and at first almost off-putting, is the near constant traffic of trucks cruising down the shore behind you. But people are friendly, and we wave as surfers and fisherman and otherwise tourists make their trek to their slice of the beach.
As the tide came in, we tired of repositioning our blanket and chairs, tossed them up by the parked trucks and SUVs and decided to hike north to well, we don't really know where – north of where we were. The terrain was uneven – soft, sinking soft and hard sand alternating in no particular pattern – which made for a good leg workout. On our way, we spied a sea turtle refuge, or something to that effect. Though, the discovery was a bit anticlimatic as we didn't identify any sea turtles or eggs or anything sea turtle-y at all. And I should give credit – Rachel commented on the area – I didn't even know sea turtles inhabited North Carolina.
Much of the same is on tap for today – a new book, different magazines, appropriate sunblock. I'll be back with more of our adventures tomorrow.