Day 4 Tuesday, October 24, 2006
Inland there was a frost last night. Here at the beach, it’s just COLD! You can’t fight the temperatures which won’t get back to the 70s until the weekend. (After we’ve gone) But there’s plenty to do here. Gotta travel with a Plan B.
First a walk on the beach. We wear shorts and hoodies, but boy are the Southerners bundled up. The surf fishermen are layered, booted, and woolen-capped. South Carolina surf fishing in 50˚ weather must be analogous to New York ice fishing!
It really is too cold for the beach, so we hop in the car and head to
The Belle Amie Winery where Belle, the dog, is reputed to play catch with visitors (get that Robyn and Pam and Anne?). This photo is about as ambitious as Belle got! 
This is a great little winery, its vines a mere eight years old having had the first two plantings decimated by hurricanes. We did a tasting of ten very nice wines, and I picked some special tea towels for myself and Mike.
Then we head a bit further north to Calabash, North Carolina to check out real Calabash seafood since we now know the origin of the term. We drive through several areas along the Calabash River. Sometimes we stop to shop, and then we dine along the river at Captain Nance’s
where the fishing boats moored outside bring in some of the day’s menu selections. We aren’t sure whether to eat there or at a neighboring restaurant, so we ask some people with NC tags on their car, and they tell us they frequent Captain Nance’s everytime they’re passing through. How right they are! Unpretentious, full of warm, southern hospitality, serving good, simple food. In Calabash it’s fried, and Captain Nance’s is full of people. Don't forget to use their homemade cocktail sauce. While they don’t have a website, if you google Captain Nance’s, you will get a NYTimes review that backs up my own feelings about the restaurant! 
By the time we stop at Barefoot Landing for some Maggie Moo’s ice cream and a look around a shop we found last year, The Peace Frog, we are ready for A Place at the Beach where, braving the 46˚ temperatures, we head for the Jacuzzi, bourbon in hand.
Inland there was a frost last night. Here at the beach, it’s just COLD! You can’t fight the temperatures which won’t get back to the 70s until the weekend. (After we’ve gone) But there’s plenty to do here. Gotta travel with a Plan B.
First a walk on the beach. We wear shorts and hoodies, but boy are the Southerners bundled up. The surf fishermen are layered, booted, and woolen-capped. South Carolina surf fishing in 50˚ weather must be analogous to New York ice fishing!
It really is too cold for the beach, so we hop in the car and head to
The Belle Amie Winery where Belle, the dog, is reputed to play catch with visitors (get that Robyn and Pam and Anne?). This photo is about as ambitious as Belle got! 
This is a great little winery, its vines a mere eight years old having had the first two plantings decimated by hurricanes. We did a tasting of ten very nice wines, and I picked some special tea towels for myself and Mike.
Then we head a bit further north to Calabash, North Carolina to check out real Calabash seafood since we now know the origin of the term. We drive through several areas along the Calabash River. Sometimes we stop to shop, and then we dine along the river at Captain Nance’s
where the fishing boats moored outside bring in some of the day’s menu selections. We aren’t sure whether to eat there or at a neighboring restaurant, so we ask some people with NC tags on their car, and they tell us they frequent Captain Nance’s everytime they’re passing through. How right they are! Unpretentious, full of warm, southern hospitality, serving good, simple food. In Calabash it’s fried, and Captain Nance’s is full of people. Don't forget to use their homemade cocktail sauce. While they don’t have a website, if you google Captain Nance’s, you will get a NYTimes review that backs up my own feelings about the restaurant! 
By the time we stop at Barefoot Landing for some Maggie Moo’s ice cream and a look around a shop we found last year, The Peace Frog, we are ready for A Place at the Beach where, braving the 46˚ temperatures, we head for the Jacuzzi, bourbon in hand.
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