I recently arrived home from spending the day at Holden Beach. I had gone there with a family member who has a house there and whose air conditioning needed servicing, so off we went.

I sat on the beach all day, just me, the sand, the ocean and the sun. It was heaven.

For the first few hours I had it all to myself. As far as I could see, east and west, there was no one out there but me. I couldn’t believe it. I picked up shells, took pictures, went swimming, walked, and tried to drink it all in.

Just before lunch, families started to make their way out. I met a couple from upstate New York who have fallen in love with the place and come down often with their grandkids.

Sadly, the day had to end. I left my spot on the beach, ate dinner at at the Provision Company on the water, and came home.

I picked up my copy of The Pilot for Sept. 12, and there was Steve Bouser’s column “Let’s Vow to Preserve This Priceless Heritage.” The writer had been up the coast a few miles from where I had my glorious day.

He hit the nail on the head with the vow to “preserve this priceless heritage.” I could not agree more.

Janet Currie

Southern Pines