Frisco Woods is an old-fashioned campground that has a lot of trees and grass with only part of the facility set up as a more modern business to which I like to refer as "parking lots". We set up our trailer in a grassy campsite with electric and water hookups. They do have sites with sewer hookups, but they're much more expensive and and offer no shade, being out in the open.
Overall, we did enjoy the Frisco Woods Campground, but the owner is a taciturn sort and was not the friendliest guy I'd ever encountered. Not a good trait if you're in the business of dealing with the public on a daily basis. But maybe that's why he was severe. His manner did prove out to be helpful when some college kids arrived in the campground and caused some trouble for some other campers--the guy descended on them like a shrike and put them in their places, after which they were practically Eagle Scouts.
And this gnarled, old cedar tree was also beautiful. |
We stopped at a National Seashore administered beach on the way to the second (and last) ferry ride. This is a renourished dune that had been washed away in a storm. Full of crushed road debris. |
Our rig at the beach parking lot. We stopped just to see what an Outer Banks beach looks like. |
Our stuff packed in like a couple of sardines in the last ferry. |
We pass another loaded ferry on the way over. |
Our campsite as Frisco Woods. At last! |
Finally, we could relax. Note the Cape Hatteras Lighthouse beyond the dunes! |
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