Where the Current Meets the Past

Journal Entry No. 5

By Hunter

Cape Point in Buxton is more than just a place where the land hooks into the Atlantic. It’s a magnet for life—for fish, for fishermen, and for those of us drawn to the edge of the world.

Back in the day, before smartphones or paved roads, surf casters came here chasing the legendary blitzes—stripers, drum, and blues so thick they'd boil the water. Old timers tell stories of fishing shoulder to shoulder in the fall, lines cutting across the salt spray, coolers full, and hearts fuller.

It was about more than the catch. It was about being here—where two powerful currents collide just offshore, where you could cast your line and leave the rest of the world behind.

Tower Circle Motel was built in 1957—right at the heart of it all. Just a few sandy steps from those fishing grounds, it was a place for tired arms and sunburnt smiles. A place to rinse off the salt, fry up the day’s catch, and share stories under the porch light.

Some of those guests never left, at least in spirit. And now, nearly 70 years later, we’re doing our best to carry on the vibe.

You can still smell the salt in the air when the wind’s just right. You can still hear the hum of surf rods leaning on tailgates before sunrise. And if you squint just right, you might even see old Mr. Gray walking the lot, nodding to a guest coming back from the beach.

Tower Circle isn’t just close to the Point—it’s part of its story.

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