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Just a quick update. Positioning for the sprint home, we moved east to Savanna for a night's stay in a parking lot by Ferry's Landing along side a feral cat colony before joining back up w/Steve & Ellen at Buck Hall in SC the next day.
We all continued north to Carolina Beach State Park, NC followed by a couple nights in the Croatan National Forest at the Neuse River CG with a trip into New Bern.
The weather forecast wasn't promising for Friday so we moved up to Assateague National Park for a few days. Wild ponies in their winter coats, woodcocks displaying, fresh oysters grilled, dinner by a roaring fire with good friends all a nice finale before heading for the Lewes Ferry to Cape May tomorrow and hopefully home by Saturday before the next snow storm.
Let’s start with dinner because I’m still digesting. Just a stone’s throw over the bridge from Newport Campground is Ouzts’ Too Oyster Bar & Grill, a location too good to be true wallpapered by $1 bills, confederate flags and an assortment of other stuff. Although not particularly busy, dinner took over 40" minus my oysters that weren’t shucked yet. No surprise because we had been entertained by a fellow behind the bar telling stories with both hands interspersed with a slam of a hammer on an oyster every five minutes or so. Another table was told to be patient because the oyster maestro needed to tend the fish smoker and would return in another 20-25”. No worries, “just line up the oysters and I’ll be back” . . . sometime. Dinner was a draw - Harry thumbs up and I down. The best was the bill. Harry stopped by earlier to check it out and was given 2 coupons for free drinks. The bill had the # of the item (who would know beer was item #4) and the quantity but no dollar amount, tax, credit or anything resembling bookkeeping. Our poor waitress was only on week 3 and would be surprised if she makes 4.
Moving on, today was a wonderful day. St. Mark’s WMA is directly across the street from the campground. Harry could relax and do as he pleased while I biked the refuge 11 miles down to the lighthouse. The birding included great sightings of the brilliant red vermillion flycatcher, sora, swallow-tailed kites, redheads and canvasbacks. Harry drove down to meet for lunch and a walk where we saw an otter run across the street, slide on his belly through mud and run up a bank on the other side.
Tomorrow it’s back to the east coast and slowly work our way north.
