Visiting the Bunker: Freshest Impressions

We all have a respect for the hermit before the tour (some of it, for those who met the man, less distant than those like me who came across him in a second-hand sort of way); that much is given because we're lined up outside the Fort Fisher Aquarium at ten minutes to 8 a.m. ready to watch Rob Hill's film and do God-knows-what-else in the dunes behind the museum. What we don't yet know is that our entire understanding of the man is about to be reconstructed; we will see the bunker, feel the hordes of mosquitoes, sweat through our shirts due to the sheer brutality of the unfiltered sun, and climb knee-deep into the muck of the marsh so that we can try to "feed" ourselves. By the end of the morning, we've seen two snakes, caught three puny crabs at the expense of most of our bait (why we don't just "eat" the bait-fish I'll never understand), and had one of our fellow hermits give up.
This is not the life we've been raised to lead.
At most, we spent two hours with nature (obviously, this does not include the 54 minutes we spent in an air-conditioned theater watching the documentary). Now, I'm not a nature person, but I'm not entirely a shut-in either. I've had my share of rainy canoe adventures and early morning horseback rides. The point is that two hours out there was enough for me to say, "O.K., I get it. Let's stop at Britt's Donuts on the way home."
I'll wrap this up now, but check back soon for something a little more concrete about the actual hike and all. Information here for dates, admission, etc. (fyi, the hike alone is $10, $18 w/ admission to the aquarium included).