Day two found Emily and I in Beaufort, the third oldest city in North Carolina, taking a census of wild horses. Yes, you heard me, wild horses. The Outer Banks of North Carolina are full of tiny uninhabited islands...uninhabited except for feral horses. These horses have been there since settlers left them there hundreds of years ago. Emily's family friend, who runs a local charter fishing boat, signed us up to help out with the census on Carrot Island, part of the Rachel Carson preserve. Dropped off on the island with a clipboard and a map, Emily and I trekked through the woods and sand all Croc Hunter style - the piles of horse poo everywhere were sure to lead us to some real live horsies...
We found one on its own in the woods, but finally found the mother load down at the watering hole. So neat. It made me falsh back to my days running around the backyard with Heather pretending we were Misty of Chincoteague...yeah, we were those girls.
All that horse counting worked up an appetite, so we got some tasty treats by the sea.
Nothing like a fried clam sandwich.
Emily had some fresh shrimp.
Then we hit up the beach...Nothing goes better with a bikini than a knee brace...
But, I took the knee brace off so I could go swim in these amazing waves...one-legged...
After freshening up, we went out with our "local" friends for a little "local" fun. The first place we went was this place called The Backstreet Pub - which was a really neat little bar where the fishermen hang out. After a few beers we grabbed some grub at Clawson's. I had some seriously delicious scallops drowning in parmesan cheese.
Yeah, I sure showed them.
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