Emerald Isle, North Carolina

Here's a look at my week in North Carolina with my dad. Southern barbecue, mini-golf (at the same place I fell in the nasty blue water at age 6), lots of swimming in the ocean (despite the encounters with jellyfish and sting rays), a ghost tour and Blackbeard's house, and lots of games of charades with my nephew Anthony--and my dad, who probably likes the game just as much.



Long drive. Repeat. Long.

On the drive down we had a bet going to see how many liscense plates we could spot. I won. It ended up being around 40. But we specifically joked about how we'd never see Montana, cause not only was it such a far drive away, but only like ten people would have Montana plates. Not so apparently.

Our house was sweet, right on the beach






The ferry ride was about an hour and a half longer than we expected. Dad was catching some shut eye.







This was Anthony's reenactment of Bridget's "Brokeback Mountain"


It only happened cause he was firing a gun as part of his charade, but it's still probably the best picture ever taken of my dad


Nice dad. I have no idea what this was supposed to be

I think they're having a slap fight

This boat was just awesome

Blackbeard's house, complete with modern actor-pirate tour guide




The grave of the girl buried in the barrel of rum! See all the weird dots in the picture? Spoooky

That's right. It's PIG



Here it is. The place



We needed a train made from a tractor to carry us to the first hole

Ok, so maybe it's no Disney's Pirates of the Carribbean. Nevertheless...





Reliving the past, even if this time it's only my foot instead of my entire lower half


My dad thought this was great

Ok, this lady who was staying next door apparently came up onto our porch to tell us to turn off our outdoor light so we don't confuse baby sea turtles. A noble goal. Except she was apparently hilariously white trash and manly (I wasn't there for this encounter, unfortunately). She earned the infamous nickname, Mangina. And those of us who didnt meet her were so sorry to have missed it. Then, the next day, we see a woman about 200ft away on the beach, and from her movements being so perfectly in tune with Tysha's re-enactment the night before, we knew we were seeing full-on Mangina in action. These pictures really don't do it justice. But they are pretty funny. I pretended I was taking pictures of all the seagulls descending on their porch as they threw food up to them (you'd think people as environmentally concious as her would realize this is not such a good idea)

Here she is full-frontal

Not the most appetizing of restaurant names, is it?

They bought us all these shirts...we had to wear them for a picture. And the rest is history

We saw this billboard at a rest stop on the drive home...I'm not exactly sure what a "redemption game" is, but I'm not sure if I really wanna know