As much as I enjoy the beach here, I may love downtown Wilmington even more. The large old oaks with the Spanish moss dripping from their branches, the lovely old homes, the ornate architecture of the old buildings, the pre-Civil war churches, the brick and cobblestone streets, built along the bank of the Cape Fear River.
The Cape Fear, a backwater river only about 200 miles long, is believed to have been so named because of the shifting shoals offshore, but its name became familiar well beyond North Carolina’s boundaries when Robert Mitchum scared the begeezis out of us in the movie of the same name. The river is formed by the confluence of the Haw and Deep Rivers. Ever heard of them? Didn’t think so.
(Don’t be a smartass and start humming Dee-e-eep River, my home is over Jordan…. That doesn’t count.)
Today we had brunch at one of the restaurants along the river. The outside and heart of the building is a house built in the mid-1800’s, with wide plank floors and clapboard siding. We sat outside on the deck, next to the river walk, because we never tire of the view.
And across the river, to the west:
To the north, the Battleship North Carolina and the main part of town.
Out the front door and across the street, the sea wall and the houses beyond.
Despite the fact that every time I turned on my camera, clouds covered the sun, it was actually a beautiful, sunny day.
Food? Oh yes, definitely food:
Even dessert. A licked cookie yesterday, shared pie today. Bad, bad, bad… but good, good, good! I’m making this picture smaller. Fewer calories that way.
The drive back to our house takes us by beautiful antebellum homes.
I won’t include pictures of the lovely old houses in this post. Come see for yourself. There are historic tours, home and garden tours, ghost tours. I did snap this picture when we drove by because the house is for sale–in case you’re anxious to buy. I’m not sure on which tour it might be included.