Paul's first job out of college was working for an accounting firm in Houston that did the taxes for businesses on Bald Head Island. So while we were vacationing so close, we decided to spend a day on the island. They don't allow any cars on the island (heck, they just got electricity there in 1983) so it's like taking a stroll backwards in time. First, you have to catch a ferry over.
It was really windy on deck, but Pierce and I enjoyed the sun for a few moments.
Coming in to Bald Head there are so many cute, rambling beach houses on the shore.
And then you see Old Baldy, the lighthouse. I'll do a separate post on that in the near future.
There's a boardwalk across some swampy land.
And then a little trail.
But finally we found our lunch destination.
We had company for lunch. But we didn't share with him.
Looking over the menu.
And waiting for our food.
Now, listen closely. This is important.
If I'm ever on death row (and I do hope I'm not) please let my last meal on earth be a steampot (also sometimes called a low country boil). If there's one thing that makes me so incredibly happy, it's working my way through a big pile of spiced, steamed seafood with corn, potatoes, and some kielbasa.
Then we set off on foot to the lighthouse.
Lots of Spanish moss to view along the way.
Don't you just love it?
To be continued...