Felt my spidey sense kick in late last night. Just when we thought there would be nobody else out here, we see headlights coming toward our tent. When you’re all tucked away and cozy in your sleeping bag, it sucks to have to get out of it. For a second I thought this was going to be another one of those eventful nights like the one we had in South Carolina. Maybe not that extreme, but it didn’t help watching “The Road”, a movie based on Cormac McCarthy’s Pulitzer Prize winning post apocalyptic book on the iPod before going to sleep. Nothing ever happened, but darn did it ever keep us up at night.
|You look a little sleepy there. Something kept you up all night?|
|No, this is not vomit (although it bears a striking resemblance). It's actually spilt boil-in-the-bag from last night's dinner. Can't forget to take the quintessential food shot.|
What exactly am I looking at? Oh yes, a big piece of drift wood. Don’t ask me why and don’t ask why Amanda took this shot because I have absolutely no idea. Maybe now is good time to mention that I almost lost the camera last night. The camera tipped over while taking one of those long exposure night shots and sand got into the zoom lens, which prevented it from turning on. Luckily I managed to shake some of the sand out. Now there’s a crackling noise of grinding sand every time the lens zooms in and out.
|Multiple shots of where we camped. Turned out to be a gorgeous day.|
|Silhouette of me...|
|...silhouette of Amanda.|
|Amanda fascinated with the local wildlife again|
|Better view in the daytime.|
|Homage to a childhood favorite. Can you guess the movie? Did I mention it was a bit of a pain in the buttocks to get up there?|
Ah yes. Dual sporting on hard packed sand. Not a great idea to ride so close to salt water, but what the heck, our steeds can take it! We also noticed there are a lot of people camping on the shore than we originally thought, which explains the headlights from last night.
|Stopped to chat with a fellow Ontarian who's enjoying the sunny South as much as we were.|
|Snagging a pic of the entrance sign on our way out.|
|Made it back to DanC's later that evening.|
Strangers in the night.
A grain of sand among many.
No! Wax on. Wax off.