What an awesome trip, the surf sucked, but was of course a blast. But the cool thing about South/North Carolina was the culture. Fried chicken, sweetea, grits, Mr. Bojangles, Waffle House and the southern buffets. The people were different in many ways, not better or worse, just different.
We started in Atlanta to see family, then off to Orangeburg to meet Danny. We soon struck off to the coast. Thanks to Eric Neumann, we were able to actually stay on base at Camp Legune. We saw and heard the huge Howitzers, the new Osprey planes running drills at night as well as tanks and soldiers all around. The actual lodging was..... a trailer. I can still hear Joe say, "A TRAILER! I FLEW OUT HERE TO STAY IN A *&^%^*$* TRAILER!" It wasn't that bad, but what was equally funny was Neumann trying to make it sound so much better than it was.
There was extreme heat and humidity, poker, beer, and an awesome road trip to the outer banks. We took a ferry to Ocracoke, NC where Black Bear the pirate met his ultimate fate. We were introduced to the east coast lighthouses and the hurricane torn banks. Cool stuff.
Here are the pics.....
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Bob doing his thing during evening poker.
Ferry trip arriving in Ocracoke.
Joe gettin' ready to rip on the Freaky Teaky.
Camp Legune Howizers.
Joe cooling off.
The crew in Ocracoke at the Jolly Roger (minus Randy who is takin' the pic).
Olson waking up at Neumann's house after a night of fun.
Randy approving the stock.
The infamous trailer.
