Vacation, All I Ever Wanted...
I have been on the OBX for a little over 24 hours now. It is everything I hoped and more.
I haven't been here for about 16 or so years, and then it was further north in Duck. I was worried it would be crowded or that things would have changed too much. Thankfully I was wrong.
I mean, it HAS changed. The trees are bigger, the scrub is higher, there are more houses than I thought could fit. But it's still the Outer Banks I summered on as a kid. It's still the same combination of mom & pop stores and tourist traps. Awful Arthurs is still there. People still hangglide up and down the beach.
I love it here. I forgot how much I love it here. I am taking as many pictures as I can manage and will post what I can.
Today I climbed the Corolla lighthouse (all 214 steps!) and danced all around the balcony, checking out the Albemarle Sound and the Atlantic Ocean from 158 ft.
The temperature has been wonderful but the wind has been too strong to make sitting on the beach enjoyable. Instead we've shopped and looked at homes and driven up and down the shore road and the bypass and watched the ocean froth and rage from our balcony. There are surfers, which is unusual for the Atlantic but it's so rough that it's actually viable.
I am so relaxed and so happy here. I am so glad I decided to do this.
I dreamed about the ocean last night. I kept getting caught at the breakers and sucked back and under and tumbled and spit out and I would swim and swim for shore and get caught at the breaking point again... I am a little nervous to go in after that -- I have been caught there before and had I not been such a strong swimmer I probably wouldn't be writing this now. But if ever there's a time to throw myself into the water, cleanse myself and overcome my fear... This is the time.
I haven't been here for about 16 or so years, and then it was further north in Duck. I was worried it would be crowded or that things would have changed too much. Thankfully I was wrong.
I mean, it HAS changed. The trees are bigger, the scrub is higher, there are more houses than I thought could fit. But it's still the Outer Banks I summered on as a kid. It's still the same combination of mom & pop stores and tourist traps. Awful Arthurs is still there. People still hangglide up and down the beach.
I love it here. I forgot how much I love it here. I am taking as many pictures as I can manage and will post what I can.
Today I climbed the Corolla lighthouse (all 214 steps!) and danced all around the balcony, checking out the Albemarle Sound and the Atlantic Ocean from 158 ft.
The temperature has been wonderful but the wind has been too strong to make sitting on the beach enjoyable. Instead we've shopped and looked at homes and driven up and down the shore road and the bypass and watched the ocean froth and rage from our balcony. There are surfers, which is unusual for the Atlantic but it's so rough that it's actually viable.
I am so relaxed and so happy here. I am so glad I decided to do this.
I dreamed about the ocean last night. I kept getting caught at the breakers and sucked back and under and tumbled and spit out and I would swim and swim for shore and get caught at the breaking point again... I am a little nervous to go in after that -- I have been caught there before and had I not been such a strong swimmer I probably wouldn't be writing this now. But if ever there's a time to throw myself into the water, cleanse myself and overcome my fear... This is the time.