Scotch bonnet bonanza

A few weeks ago, we made our annual migration to Ocracoke for Friendsgiving. I walked over 100 miles that week. Seventy-eight miles in, after a day of strong winds followed by a day of rain followed by a day of calm, I found a large, colorful, slightly less elusive scotch bonnet--my second find in about ten Thanksgivings of searching:

And I thought, "my work here is done."

I walked another mile or two, and then I found this:

...and I thought, "Okay, maybe my work here isn't quite done."

Several miles later, at the NE end of the island, a gaggle of adultlets picked me up, with the plan of stopping off on the drive SW to see some elusive shipwreck remains--either the Steamboat Home (wrecked 1837) or the Nomis (wrecked 1935).

An excavation effort ensued...

...and was then filled back in for the next meanderers.

 On the way back to the car, K found yet another scotch bonnet...

...but we didn't take it home, because it was already claimed.