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It's 391 miles I roamed just to make this dock my home.
On the deserted stretch of highway a mile or so from the house we rented. It was in the ass end of Salvo, right where Hatteras Island becomes preserved beachland for about 15 miles. A hike from civilization, lemme tell you.
Our house was parrot-themed, which got creepy after a few days.
Ah, yes, there's that aforementioned desertion. You can see my folks walking down our street in the lower part of the picture.
But it probably won't remain that way for too too long. Development and new home sites seem to pop up all over the place. There were empty stretches of land when we vacationed there two years ago that are now built up with houses.
Random guy windsurfs...
...as mom and dad watch. Took him forever to get moving, but once he did, it was quite the spectacle.
Pretty sunset.
Pretty water.
Lighthouses have spiral stairs, and photographers love them. Cape Hatteras Light and myself are no exception to the former or the latter, respectively. I tried the looking-up angle rather than the ever-popular spiraling down. That's M.J. climbing.
And this fullfills my eerily-pretty-picture-of-her quota for this summer vacation. See last year's here.
View from the top.
Detail of the railing, which seems to be held together by paint.
It was windy up top.
Topographical photos of the surrounding land.
A salamander must have gotten caught in the sement as it dried. Poor lil' guy.
Several hundred of the 1,000 prisims in the Hatteras Light's lens were rebuilt and put on display in the Graveyard of the Atlantic museum, a historical showcase dedicated to shipwrecks.
I went a bit batty with the close crops and fun abstractions.
A weird keyboard-based communicative device exhumed from a german U-Boat sunken offshore. My sister Elaine, who geeks out over sunken ships in general and WWII-era sunken ships in specific, referred to it as "the enigma." Huh.
Hatteras Light's surrounding park has an "Interpretive Pavilion." So I asked M.J. to do some interpretive dance in front of it.
My favorite thing about the outer banks...you can build campfires on the beach.
The crackling of burning wood and the rush of surf are two of the most soothing sounds I know. This was my favorite thing we did all week.