Now it feels like a surfing trip and it’s good. Chasing waves is probably the motivation for this whole damn trip, so I guess we’re doing it right, right? Well, it’s also hard work. Moving most days, the endless packing and setting up, never having anything booked accommodation-wise means we can be free but we also spend a lot of time looking at our phones wondering where we can sleep.
We drove around looking for waves but came up with nothing. It is incredibly time consuming looking for waves, we make a decision to only look for waves in places we expect them to be, good plan. Myrtle Beach was a fairly obnoxious place, we drove a long highway that shadowed the ocean and marked our progress by the occasional reappearance of a WINGS beachwear store. I have no idea how this store is so popular. Click the audio below for more insights into this strange area of the Atlantic coast.
Passing through town we spend a little time inside the amazing home of Gaye-Adair, southern belle extraordinaire.
We arrived in Buxton a day early, seemingly we couldn’t wait to get our stationary week underway. A storm was a’coming and on the Outer Banks that means waves. First a dispatch as we arrive on the Outer Banks, not having realized quite how large the islands are.
Our first night at the Frisco Campgrounds, a truly exceptional place to spend the evening. We spot a UFO, for reals.
And…. we live in a house again. Although it’s tough to settle in after being on the road for a bunch of time.
Life on a sandbar. Buxton is our kind of place, people are so keen to surf. I feel like to chill has returned. Listen to the audio below and I’ll tell you all about it.
The weather! The weather! It really did rain an incredible amount.