It’s hard to sleep late on the longest night of the year. So this morning, after too many hours in the car with The Candyman and a restless night in a new bed, I ventured out into my Christmas wonderland.
Dawn, Topsail Beach, North Carolina
As a family, we’ve spent countless summers on the beaches of the southeastern seaboard. We’ve gone as far south as Hilton Head in South Carolina and hadn’t gone further north than Litchfield Beach, North Carolina, until now.
A few years ago, I was talking with my dad about spending some time at the beach in the winter. I’d never done that. He hadn’t either and thought it might be a good idea. My mom wanted to as well. The Candyman, having lived just 30 minutes south of here for the majority of his life sang the praises of a winter beach.
And now here we are. The weather has been so mild this week. The car said it was 75 degrees at one point yesterday. This morning, I walked out to take these pictures in my bathrobe and while cool, not cold. At any time in the summer, the pier above would be dotted with fishermen at dawn. The only soul I saw either up or down the beach was my dad, who was surf fishing.
It’s good to be at the beach.