Monday, October 1, 2012

Fort Fisher to Southport

Despite having moved to North Carolina more than 7 years ago, we're still Northerners at heart.  We drink unsweet tea.  We don't say "might could" or "used to could."  And when it comes to the heat of the summer, we don't go to the beach.  That isn't to say that we don't enjoy living close to the beach.  We just choose to visit it outside of the summer months.  Its friggin' hot out there. 

This past weekend, we hopped in the car with Oma and Opa and drove down the coast, to stay at a military recreation area near Wilmington.  We spent our first morning there hopping a ferry from Fort Fisher to Southport NC, just in time for their Wooden Boat Festival.

The ferry itself was a big hit.  Lots of wind.  Lots of birds (that stayed conveniently just off the back of the boat - I was glad to not be seagull bombed).  Not a lot of sun.  Not a lot of wake.

We disembarked in Southport, a city built in the late 1700s as North Carolina's original port.  Eventually the state's main port was moved up the Cape Fear River to the city of Wilmington.  But Southport still holds onto its history proudly.  We were greeted by the mayor immediately upon entering town.

Okay, so I don't actually know if this guy is the mayor of town.  What I do know is that he had a pretty awesome pirate costume on, spoke the language and he was drinking out of a leather mug.  I call that a pretty good welcome.

We had a good lunch while we were there, played "who's hand is on top" while we waited for our check, and building our own wooden boat - courtesy of the local Lowe's Home Improvement!  We spent a good bit of time walking around the historic city and seeing some truly beautiful wooden boats.

Despite the fact that we're in October, it still doesn't feel like fall here.  But I was thankful that for our trip to the beach and our day in Southport, the temperature didn't break 80 degrees.  It certainly isn't the sweater and fall foliage I was accustom to in Upstate NY... but its certainly better than 100 degrees and 100% humidity.  I can't don't want to imagine what the mayor of town would have smelled like if the Wooden Boat Festival was held in early August instead of late September.  Ick. 

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