Only two dead possums...

Yesterday, rather than riding from the cabin, we drove over to Atlantic Beach, parked and rode on Route 58, the main road that runs the length of Emerald Isle. What a difference-- no trash and only two dead possums in 36 miles of riding through commercial beach enterprises and densely packed vacation homes. We saw high rise condos with manicured grounds ("available from the $600's), towering over desolate treeless and grassless acres of mobile homes. In other places there were long stretches of single family homes, modest and far from modest, many of which were for sale ("short sale, make an offer!) and most available for rent. In any case, a good shoulder to ride on, light traffic and lots to gawk at made for a nicer ride than we have been having.