Unlike the $30 ferry ride from the mainland to Ocracoke, the ferry that runs from Ocracoke to Hatteras is free. The campervan was squeezed in between the outside railing a sewage truck. We had both a million dollar ocean view and a real shitty view, depending on which way we looked out the window.
As soon as we got to Hatteras Island it was obvious that it was much more developed than Ocracoke, which makes sense since the entire island of Ocracoke is a National Park, except for the village at the southern end. Hatteras had tons of new construction going on near the ferry docks, with a majority of it being massive homes on stilts. We didn’t spend much time in town, and were soon at the Frisco campground. The campground was very nice, with lots of privacy in many of the sites due to thick vegetation. The best part was that the campground varied in elevation as it was overlaid on natural dunes, with the highest row of campsites in the back (furthest from the ocean) having ocean views. We picked a spot that had a small ocean view and a neat area for the kids to play in that was sort of a natural fort due to the tree that hung over the picnic table.
Cindy and Breanna pulled in shortly after us, and set up camp a few sites down the way. Per our usual routine, we loaded up the kids in the bike trailer and went to check out the beach. To get to the beach here, you have to use one of few designated access points, which include a boardwalk over a somewhat marshy area. It was a bit hairy dragging the kids in the bike trailer, as there was only a few inches clearance on each side. We rode faster than we probably we should have.
The beach at Frisco is known as a great surf fishing spot, and there were tons of surf fishing rigs set up with their lines in the water. These guys are serious about surf fishing. Most of them had lifted 4×4 trucks with aluminum racks mounted front and back to carry coolers, and a good 8-10 surf rods per truck. We hung out for a half hour so, most of which was spent taking turns keeping Brooks from running straight into the ocean. The kids also had fun playing with the coquinas that would hurriedly try to burry themselves after being uncovered by the waves. That or they were trying to hide from the kids.
The next day was rather uneventful, which was welcomed. Jennifer and I took turns running in the campground, and the kids played with their sand toys in the campsite. Cindy and Breanna stopped by to give us an extra latch that they had to help secure our screen door, in hopes that Brooks wouldn’t face-first-slinky his way down the steps again. Thanks! The next day we packed our stuff up and pointed campervan North to keep heading up Hatteras Island.
