After spending the night at Surf City Family campground, where my tent was twenty paces from the beach (pictured), on the southern end of the island that also contains North Topsail Beach, it occurred to me that I could take a picture of myself next to one of the imported palm trees and add the caption, "Arrived in Florida!" and be done with it, but in the end decided my tan could still be improved. I left the island to ride through Wilmington and nearly cried when I ran out of time to eat there because I'd heard the town has great restaurants. My nightly accommodations were 15 miles past Wilmington at the deviously named Carolina Beach Campground, which was, disappointingly, located in the woods and a good distance from any sand. Positively, however, I met a nice local family with four kids here who were kind enough to welcome a fifth into their brood for marshmallows, storytime, and a bottle of red wine. When I told them I wasn't convinced the South was for me after my experiences the previous day, they assured me they didn't know anyone like that and advised me to stop chatting up war vets at gas stations.
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