Drove back past Fort Fisher to Kure Beach and took a ride along the ocean to a cottage that was built in the 1930s and looks just like the one my grandparents had on Carolina Beach's Southern Extension that was destroyed by Hurricane Hazel in 1954. I mean, there was not a trace left of it. It is a rental and we've thought of renting it or looking at it to see if the interior is the same, not that I would remember because I was just three when Hazel came a-knockin', well, slammin'..
Next, we drove by where the old cottage was in Carolina Beach. A cottage has since been built on the site, which is oceanfront. There is a bit of Civil War history in front of the cottage. The Civil War blockade-runner Beauregard was run aground and destroyed in 1863. The upperworks of it can be still seen at low tide.
My Great Aunt Annie Mae had a cottage directly across the street that her family has since sold. We used to stay there a lot after Hurricane Hazel. The downstairs was enclosed and was part sand where we used a shower head to clean off the salt and sand when returning from the beach. Sand that has not had sunlight is not pleasant, let me tell you. That old "Under the Boardwalk" song is so wrong. I can't imagine a worse place to be.
A Walk On the Boardwalk and Britt's Next. --RoadDog
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