It's time to dispense with non-fiction.
Little Jay joined us on our epic visit to Oak Island today. His plane was late and he arrived headachy and having missed his flight out of Charlotte. The flight from LA was the evil omen on this one and arrived too late for connections. Sure they had all of the Charlotte destination folks stay seated so those attempting to make a connection, could give it a try. Apparently everyone on that plane had a connection!
So Jay decided he needed to test his Go-Pro camera in the ocean. "The ocean was dangerous that day, my friends."
Jay soon found himself too far out and beyond boogie board recovery distance. He paid enough attention to allow the rip Tide, aka, Ripper, to take him out and down and not to fight the power of mother nature's angry ocean.
Down and down the coast he went. Heading south. If he had gone North there was hope at Wilmington, but he went South.
Down the coast from here, where the Sands tell no tales and the occasional decorated cross adorns a modest Sandy beach, Jay floated. With boogie board and go pro. We hoped for some epic footage and long battery life... But off he went, down south, finally dragged himself out of the surf, covered with seaweed and looking tired and sore near Holden Beach.
He made his way back up the coast by walking a block inland and hitchhiking the few miles he had drifted South.
When he finally got back to the house on beautiful West Dolphin Drive, we were treated to some great go pro moments, but sadly no shark footage.
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