Saturday, April 01, 2006

Atlantic Beach 2006 - Day 3b

Carmi’s seminar was over around 1:30 so we were able to spend the rest of the day together. She wanted to go to Beaufort, NC which was only 6-7 miles away and reportedly home to an infamous pirate called Blackbeard. Eliana still seemed to be in a good deal of pain so Carmi first drove to a drug store and brought back some children’s ibuprofen which we quickly administered. Before leaving the room, Carmi called and booked our reservations for the Beaufort Ghost Walk at 7:00 pm.

Arriving in Beaufort, the first order of the afternoon was to find a place for lunch. We settled on a nice restaurant called Clawsons. Once our tummies were filled, we mosied a few doors down to a bookstore where Carmi browsed a while and then asked the whereabouts to Blackbeard’s house. Eliana loves to hear the story about Blackbeard so we wanted to get a few pictures of his humble abode just for her. “Sure!” the lady behind the desk answered as she whipped out a map of the neighborhood. On paper it didn’t look like a bad walk but sweat was rolling by the time we arrived. It’s tough on an old man to carry around a 40-pound Empress. Before going back to Atlantic Beach, we stopped by the North Carolina Maritime Museum.

The clock read 5:30 when we arrived back at the hotel. At 6:20, we turned right around and returned to Beaufort for the Ghost Walk. The group was told that there were a few more people coming and the tour would start as soon as the stragglers arrived. So we waited…and waited…and waited. Let me tell you…the wind was gusting pretty good this night and it was quite chilly out. When the remainder of the group showed up, one of the ladies spoke up in a syrupy voice and said, “Thank you all for waiting for us”. I didn’t say it loud enough for anyone but Carmi to hear but I mumbled, “Lady, the only reason we waited for you is because we had to. Had it been up to the rest of us, we would have been gone a long time ago.” Was that mean? Yeah, I thought so.

Fortunately by the beginning of the tour and following another earlier dose of ibuprofen, Eliana’s ankles were feeling better and she could walk some on her own. The tour was pretty neat. We returned to Blackbeard’s house for a few spooky tales and also spent some time at a nearby cemetary. After the tour, we ate a very late dinner at Clawsons again.

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Posted by Doug on 04/01 at 10:00 PM
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