Of casual clothes, plus assorted toys and games.
Dot the Atlantic from the Carolinas to Florida.
And potential citizen activism swallowed us.
Remnants of Hurricane Matthew's October impact.
Battled urban traffic on their different trajectory east.
The guys had known each other since youth.
Dolphins that sometimes trolled for fish in the breakers at low tide.
Once owned by Gullah families descended from slaves.
Farming or fishing or ferrying neighbors to and from the mainland.
Predictions of an approaching winter storm cut our idyll short.
But not entirely. Our beach respite memories remain.
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