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Got in late last night from the best beach trip ever.
Spur O Teh moment, our hero jumps in a car fulla campin gear and sleeps in the passenger seat as a German Deisel hails he and the Piratess Captain east to the coast. He wakes aboard a vessel rockin an rollin offa the outer banks of the carolinas..

Noteworthy moments on the voyage include seeing a flaming garbage truck speed through darkended beach town streets and dump it's bonfire cargo in a bank parking lot; and hitting a racoon, then turning around to watch it drag itself into the night my the glow of the headlights.

We made camp in the dunes as the predawn sky burned all fire red.

Then followed a glorious blur of sand and surf.
rum and campfires.
guitars and custom cooked meals on the coleman.
Skimboarding and learning about Blackbeard's pirate party and insuing final demise at teach's hole.

Godamn I love me some Pirates. You can keep your Ninjas.

Then there was the fix of the dirty racoon karma
walking the beach at sunset....I noticed a seagull, unabile to fly....struggling to drag a mass of seaweed by fishing line. I stood back and let the bird whisperer do her work. She aproached slowly , took off her sarong and after a breif approach to the frightened animal...blazing sun just touching dunes in the background..... she covered the gull and knelt with her pocket knife.

I think I heard muthafuckin angels start to sing as she bent over that bird. I saw their eyes meet, but was too far away to hear what they said...a few tense moments pass and she stands, removing the garment from the bird...who gets up, shakes off and flys away. I almost cried. She returns with a huge lead fishing weight and hook, wich now rests in a tiny treasure chest full of shells.

oh, and I got a nice tan.