Atlantic Beach to Iron Steamer
July 9, 2012
Total distance: 5 miles
Moving time: 1:50
Total time: 1:57 (an indication of how tough it was [see below]; I didn’t even want to stop to rest more than for a quick bite of peanut butter sandwich about halfway through)
Moving average: 2.7 mph
Overall average: 2.6 mph
The wind’s been blowing dead solid from the west at about 20 miles an hour ever since we got to Emerald Isle on July 1 and today I walked directly into it for five difficult miles, made more so because I miscalculated how rapidly the incoming tide would rise and had to walk askew for more than half the distance, that distance being from the Atlantic Beach downtown regional access west to Iron Steamer Regional Beach Access in Pine Knoll Shores.
With some nine miles left to go to finish off the island of Bogue Banks, I divided the last leg into two, of which today’s was the first. I was very grateful to have made that decision, because today’s walk was easily the most difficult leg so far. The wind was the main culprit, then the cant of the beach, but I’m also in worse shape than I was a year ago, when I felt as strong as at any point in my life. Two colds, one in November that wouldn’t quit and eventually developed into walking pneumonia, and one a month ago that I caught as it was making its way around the Obama for America office in Chapel Hill, where I’ve been volunteering, kept me from training and maintaining walks of sufficient length.
(If my writing seems a little archaic, it may be my recent reading, especially Hillary Mantel’s “Wolf Hall” and Thomas Pynchon’s “Mason & Dixon,” both wonderfully stylized.)
Because of the distance involved, I didn’t need to ask Trisha to chauffeur me at one end or the other. I loaded my bike on the Fit and drove from Emerald Cove (where we’re staying for the third year) to Iron Steamer, where I parked the Fit, significantly, for free, this being the first year in our experience that the communities out here are charging parking fees on weekends and holidays and some other days, a violation, in my eyes, of the agreement the communities made to provide beach access in exchange for federal beach replenishment. I rode the five or so miles along NC 58 into Atlantic Beach (the wind at my back) and locked my bike to a bike rack by the town beach.
Atlantic Beach, according to Glenn Morris’s “North Carolina Beaches,” was a dancing and music center in the late 19th and early 20th centuries, especially after the completion in 1928 of the bridge linking it to Morehead City, known as the High Rise Bridge. The extension in the 1950s of NC 58 joined Atlantic Beach with Emerald Isle, Indian Beach, and Pine Knoll Shores, but Atlantic Beach has a very different feel from those communities, that of a classic beach town, a little bit honky-tonk, a little bit seedy, but very charming.
According to Morris (whose book was updated in 2005), AB (as it is known locally) was the beneficiary in 1986 of sand from a spoil island in Beaufort Inlet, and the town built sand fences, planted dune grasses, and posted the dunes. Whenever the inlet needed dredging, AB got new sand. But from the look of things on my walk, the ocean is as usual winning. The beach is wide enough just west of town, but shrinks as one walks west, eroding in the bluff-like pattern that is prevalent at Emerald Isle and that indicates the beach can’t maintain its shape against the tides.
Just to the west of AB is Pine Knoll Shores, which we’ve driven through dozens of times going to and from Beaufort, which is reached across the High Rise Bridge to Morehead City and then across another bridge over the Newport River, but have never really seen because of the thick maritime forest of yaupon trees, live oaks, and wax myrtle lining NC 58. According to Morris, Pine Knoll Shores once restricted beach access to local residents and their guests, but, after experiencing severe erosion in the 1990s, was forced to ask for beach replenishment — with the attendant cost of providing more public access. The catch, as far as I can tell, is that there is only limited parking, all of it on the north side of the highway, meaning that visitors (read interlopers) have to cross the busy road, then plunge into the forbidding maritime forest that says Keep Out loud and clear and find their way (presumably) to some path leading to the ocean. No wonder there was virtually no one on the beach in Pine Knoll Shores today.
The east end of Pine Knoll Shores is marred by a string of large, unattractive hotels. The first of them, the Sheraton, is undergoing renovation, which won’t do anything for the wrecked pier alongside, a casualty of Hurricane Irene in 2011. In 2003 or so I attended for the first time the Buddy Pelletier Memorial Longboard Surfing Competition, held that year at the Sheraton. The Buddy, as it’s known out here, has since moved east to the east end of Atlantic Beach, where there’s a pier that generates reasonable waves.
Across NC 58 from the Sheraton is a football-sized patch of empty land that was the site, when we first started coming to Emerald Isle 20 years ago, of an amusement park called Jungle Land. The park was a favorite of Martha Strobel, the friend who introduced us to Emerald Isle, and was the scene of a memorable visit when Lily was about 10. Lily and Martha played vigorous Whack-A-Mole and one of them won a whoopie cushion that induced an evening of hysterics after we brought it back to our beach house with us.
At the west end of Pine Knoll Shores, along a string of ugly condos, the beach shrinks ridiculously. People coming out to the beach at mid-morning, when I finished my walk, confronted just a few yards of sand above the nearly high tide.
I’d never approached Iron Steamer from the beach, and nearly walked past it. I try not to look at my GPS when I walk, but I couldn’t resist, given the difficulty of the walk, and estimated that I still had about a half a mile to go. It was a relief to see my loyal Fit waiting in the parking lot. I drove back to Atlantic Beach to retrieve my bike, talking my way past the parking lot attendant who was waiting to collect the $10/day fee AB charges. I had lunch at the 4 Corners Diner at Atlantic Beach Causeway and E. Fort Macon Road, a favorite with me despite the not very good food, then drove back to Emerald Cove.
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