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Our Y-guides campout was derailed, so we drove over the Wrightsville beach Saturday. Inland, rain was pouring down from huge black cloud banks, but the beach was sundrenched. We found a dead Jelly bomb jelly fish and enjoyed bouncing in the surf near Johnnie Mercer’s Pier. My son improvised a javelin-style throw and enjoyed tossing the baseball 20 yards. Madamoiselle enjoyed bucking deeper waves. We slept at the Sleep Inn and ate at Elizabeth’s Pizza — one of those family-run strip-mall restaurants plastered with exhuberant framed paintings/photos of Italian tourist attractions, plastic covered menus, everyone having fun, huge fish tanks separating the tables and the ceiling strewn with christmas tree lights.

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