I'd like to join in a good counter-protest somewheres...MUD
Hmmm...I don't think you'll be all that close to either one.
My daughter was born in Wilmington and we used to canoe in the salt marsh next to the apartment. One day the shrimp were jumping in the canoe!
And then there was Uncle Henry's oyster roast on Masonboro Loop Rd.... a boy would stand at the end of each newspaper covered table and shuck the oysters. Wonder if the place is still there?
In the fall and winter most of the parties our friends had were oyster roasts. They would dig a shallow pit in the sand, put a grate over it and roast the oysters covered with wet burlap bags. I usually brought home made cornbread.
Gotta go...I'm getting hungry.