The Outer Banks

Saturday, March 24, 2012

I hope I did not build up too much interest in the outer banks.  There were a few nice parts but for the lion’s share of the trip it was much the same and as disappointing as most of our journey up this southern coast.  To be fair, if you have the desire to spend lots of time on a beach, this is a great place for it.  We like to spend short stints on the beach and longer  times driving along looking at the ocean. If you are like us, this is not the best place to be.

We got up early thinking we might have a pleasant morning walking on the beach and viewing the sea and the docks.  After I had my wash and got dressed, I went up to the driver’s seat to have my coffee.  It was a little muggy still so I thought I would open the window to get some fresh air.  That was a mistake.  As the window went down, the mosquitoes began to enter.  They had apparently been very patiently waiting there all night for a screen-less window to open.  I immediately closed the window, but not before several large hungry ones entered and went for any bare skin they could find.  It took me a few minutes to search out and kill all of the intruders.  I tried to do the killing in full view of those who were still swarming the windows, in hopes they would see what awaited them  should they follow their friends into this death trap. I know they could see me, but it seems to have had no effect.  Finally I was forced to start the engine and turn on the air to keep from suffocating.  So in effect these little vampires caused me to burn more fuel.  I wonder if they secretly work for the oil companies.  They finally left when the sun was fully above the horizon and a little breeze came up.

This first part of our days journey was a 2 1/2 hour ferry ride.  It was very enjoyable.  Sunny, but cool, relaxing.  We were in the sound, not in the open ocean so it was also a smooth ride.  At the end of that was a quaint little town with lots of restaurants and bed-&-breakfasts.  Then a 14 mile drive and another 40 minute ferry ride.  At the end of the second ferry ride was Cape Hatteras.  Another town with lots of restaurants and big houses. Lots of marinas with big yachts.  Interesting, but common place after hundreds of miles of it.  Where is the ocean?  The drive up the islands was about the same.  Long stretches of road with views of sandy and grassy land obscuring any possible view of the ocean.  There were a few bridges where you could sometimes see the ocean, but for the most part, you had to stop and climb a hill or a long set of stairs or ramps to glimpse the sea.

To top it off, the sun went away and was replaced by clouds and it rained the rest of the day.  Off the islands we drove through hard rain to a town called Elizabeth City and the open arms of yet another Walmart.  Thunderstorms through the night.  I actually enjoy thunderstorms.  I don’t know why. Perhaps for the same reason I enjoy watching rough seas crashing against rocks.  Something beautiful about wild untamed power.

Tomorrow we will be in Virginia.  We plan to spend some time in this history rich state.

Sunday, March 25, 2012

Well we are now in Virginia.  Not much to say yet.  Really just a travel day.  It was rainy, often hard rain which made it a bit slow going.  We are in Virginia Beach at a very nice RV park.  We will stay here two or three days to rest up get a few chores done.  I think I will do our tax returns while we are here.  April 15th is fast approaching.  Because I am self employed, I never get a tax refund.  I always have to pay more in, so there is no incentive to get my returns done early.

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