N.C. Roadtrip 2010: Topsail Island

It's so beautiful today that being cooped up is especially painful. The skies are hazy enough, the breeze has kicked up, and the temperature is just right. I would so rather be anywhere but where I am ... say, the shore.
Sadly, I'm trapped in the Concrete Jungle for awhile, so my memories of the brief hours on Topsail Island on my roadtrip will have to get me through until I reach the shores of Lake Michigan next month or the Cape again in October.

Topsail Island c. May 2010 with Grandmary and Cousin Ocala (not pictured)

l-r: Water Tower, Surf City; The Atlantic; Grandmary making a dash down the boardwalk; The Pier (which we never got to); I had to get my feet in the sand; the surf encroaching; up to my ankles in the sand; dune access; Grandmary doesn't want to leave (I don't blame her); rinsing off; TSUNAMI?!; unique beach house architecture -- dibs on the blue one; scenic pines; Rules? We don't need any stinking rules ...