Caspers
Swansboro is a beautiful stop along the intracoastal. We docked at a marina apparently named after the friendly ghost whale of the Graveyard of the Atlantic. From the marina, we walked into town, enjoying the restaurants and tourist shops of this snug little fishing village.
The town, built around the colonial plantation of Theophilus Weeks, has little else of historic interest — beyond appearing in a Nicholas Sparks novel. But the fugly ducks that roost around the village are hard to miss.
James found a library that was by far the largest mini-library we have ever encountered, and the beach offered a pleasant sunset view, complete with frolicking dolphins and palm trees.
