I spent 4th of July weekend in Ocean Isle, North Carolina. Initially I was really excited to get to the coast, I have been dying to go surfing, and even if the conditions weren’t ideal, I really wanted to just be out on the water. Sadly, the Carolinas have seen more shark attacks in the past few weeks than they usually see over an entire summer. The first two of the summer occurred right where I was spending my holiday weekend.
There are many theories as to why there’s been an increase in attacks, and honestly, I’m not going to try to give anyone my opinion on that. I grew up going to my family’s lake house in the summer, and if I made it to the ocean, it was usually the murky waters of the east coast I was sticking my feet in. I didn’t really get “comfortable” in the ocean until I went to Hawaii and was spoiled by the crystal clear waters there. I was warned by my Hawaiian Studies professor at the University of Hawaii to never go in water I can’t see through. I think it is sound advice, but not always feasible.
But anyways, I have always been a bit skeptical of the ocean on the east coast, and with all these shark attacks, there was no way I was getting in the water that weekend. From the looks of it, neither was anyone else. We saw very few people in past their knees…and it was a very hot weekend.
I arrived at the beach late on the Thursday night before the 4th. I went for a quick run Friday morning and managed to squeeze in an ab circuit before scarfing down breakfast and heading to the beach. Both Friday and Saturday nights we grilled out at the house, which had a beautiful view of the Intercoastal waterway. We spent a lot of time on the back deck talking, playing games, and doing a good bit of drinking. Part of the group headed down to Myrtle Beach on the day of the 4th, but I’m glad I chose to stay back. We ended up seeing fireworks from 2 or 3 different towns from the back deck. It was a relaxing evening spent with friends I hadn’t seen in about a year.
By Sunday I think most of us were ready to get home. There were a lot of us staying in the house that weekend, and between the late nights, alcohol, and the sun, we were all beat. We all cleaned the house from top to bottom, and then it was time to head back to Charlotte.
I was exhausted by the time I made it back home, but I am so grateful to have been able to spend that weekend with that particular group of friends. Some I have known for awhile, others I met upon arrival. It was awesome to reminisce with the old ones while learning about the new ones. I am especially grateful for the love and support that these friends have shown me, especially when sharing with them stories from my adventures, and my plans for future endeavors.