Day 4: A postcard perfect day

After the "exciting" night we'd had, we decided to get the heck out of the Bates Motel pronto.  We woke up, packed our bags and hit the road.  Yeah, we ran into the hostess from hell on our way out, but had no problems.  Bottom line: she's nuts, but we didn't let that ruin our trip.  We headed right back to The Baker's Square for another heavenly breakfast.  We had to put our names on the waiting list - for breakfast!  That's how good this place is.  So we walked across the street and picked out the postcards we'd send to our families.

We both enjoyed more of their phenomenal French Toast, with that DIVINE butter syrup.

Then we strolled on over to the place where Pepsi was invented...

This is just a fake storefront - the original place was really in the bad part of town, but tourists don't want to go there, so this is just to make everyone feel warm and fuzzy.

Snapped a few shots of my potential future home on our way out of town...

nowhere near the wingbat's "B&B"

Its a real store!!!  I had no idea haha

Richard's fighting some of his inner demons while on the road

Here's the man of my dreams, soaking up all the sunblock possible before we head out to the beach...sexy.

Waiting for the ferry.

One of my favorite games to play was dream house-hunting...

these are at the top of my list!

Love love loved this tiny island!

Pretty much had the beach all to ourselves - it was perfect.

Notice Richard no longer has his beloved ASU hat...

he lost it on our body-surfing adventure, and it was so worth it!  I only wish we'd had a water-proof camera with us because I guarantee those pictures would've been priceless!

We were out there for so long, and we laughed so hard the entire time - definitely one of my best memories of the trip.

Frolicking in the sand dunes, just like in Dear John and The Last Song.

All the fried food went right to my...well...you name it, it went there!

But Richard looks like he just got done working out for 3 days straight instead of stuffing his face.

So not fair.

Riding away from "our island."

I have a jheri curl.

Welcome to Beaufort, home of A Walk to Remember (Mandy Moore!), and not one hotel.

We had a delicious seafood dinner at a little hole in the wall restaurant - they're always the best!

This is how you eat the last hush puppy (of about 4 baskets-full)...

And this is how you enjoy tasty soft-shell crab...

And then lounge on a complete stranger's porch to recover from your humongous meal...

Another fabulous day on the Crystal Coast.

Postcard perfect!