Tuesday, October 15, 2013

Camping at Masonboro Island

Home sweet home.

Over the weekend, Nathan and I finally got around to camping on Masonboro Island. We often kayak out there and spend an afternoon swimming and drinking and lazing about, but Nathan has been hell bent on an overnight trip. We kept trying to go (in fact, our canoe was tied to the roof of our car for nearly two weeks) but something always stopped us. Rainy weather. Work obligations. Due dates. This past Saturday night our schedules miraculously cleared and so, despite gray skies, we set off. 

You always need at least one photo of a pretty shell. 

To get to Masonboro Island, you put your boat in at a public dock, then paddle across the Intracoastal Waterway, then meander through calm and quiet waters, then arrive on the Island's shore. On a good day, when the tide is high and the wind is low, we can get out there in less than 30 minutes. Masonboro itself is eight miles of undeveloped and pristine beach, accessible only by boat, and it's usually pretty deserted. In other words, a perfect campsite. 

My survivalist guru.

We finally figured out how to use the timer on my camera.

Once  we got out there, we set up our tent, built our fire, and then proceeded to drink Vinho Verde and read our books until it was too dark to see. (I was reading Pure, a dystopian YA novel  for my Hybrid Forms class, which was 1. much more gripping than I anticipated, and 2. an excellent book to read on an empty, remote beach).


Oh, hi there!

Reeds and things.

We took a long walk on the beach as the sun went down, ate dinner, and went to bed early. In the morning, we had coffee and eggs and read some more by the fire until the tide was high enough to head home. While the trip wasn't perfect (we argued on the way out, we didn't pack nearly enough booze, it rained a bit during the night, and the sand wasn't as soft for sleeping as we'd assumed) it was a lovely trip, and exactly what we needed. Plus we finally get to take the canoe off the roof of the car, which is a huge relief. 

Goodnight, sun!

Good morning, coffee! 

This was our first camping trip in nearly a year, which is crazy to think about, especially since we used to go so often when we lived in Texas. I'm looking forward to more nights on the beach in our future - there's something about sleeping with the sound of the waves a few hundred feet from your door that makes pretty much everything better.