Day 8: Rest Day

The sun is hot, the air is humid, and it smells like the ocean. Wilmington could be Florida if it had palm trees. Perhaps I should stay here!

I don’t know if I needed a rest day today, I easily could have kept going. (I’m especially excited to ride a ferry tomorrow to get back on the mainland.) But I did fall asleep reading this afternoon, so maybe I did. Either way, the other Carolina in only two days!

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