Today, we slept in (a little) in Southport, as it was such a cool little town. Amanda wanted to sell the boat and buy a house here. Can’t say I blame her, but I was able to convince her to at least finish the trip with me before we invested in any more real estate. Here are a few pictures revealing the charm we so enjoyed.
The restaurant where there were docks. That’s our boat to the right. Not too far to grab some food.

Our mobile home, tied up in Southport.
Multi personality town. Pictures like this and t-shirts that say, “we don’t have a town drunk, we take turns” gives you a little of the Tybee feel, but then you see the gorgeous historical settings/homes/buildings, and feel like you’ve just pulled into downtown Savannah.
Thomas Thompson House-he was a blockade pilot during the Civil War and then became a harbor pilot afterward.
This house caught my eye as we left Southport because of the brown feature on the front. I need my architect buddy (you know who you are) to refresh my memory on the proper term.

Our arrival this afternoon in Wrightsville Beach, NC found these 2 stingrays waiting on us.
We stayed in an anchorage known as Banks Channel in Wrightsville. We were surrounded by many like-minded folks who enjoying being on the “hook” and staying somewhere for free. We were protected on the north, east, and west, so the mild breeze provided our air conditioning, the natural way. Wrightsville, as you know, is known for taking serious hits during the hurricanes. I often wondered why people continue to leave themselves so exposed to the elements. After being here for a few hours, I can understand their temporary insanity becoming permanent. This is what we woke up to on Wednesday morning.
