In October 2012, after spending time with friends and family in NYC, DC, and Virginia Beach (and visiting the ponies at Chincoteague), Todd and I headed off the mainland to the Outer Banks. Staying there had long been a dream of mine, and our week there was pretty much perfect, except for the lack of great places to eat. I got up about 5 a.m. one morning to photograph the sunrise. Here is a “late sunrise” photograph.
The Outer Banks are home to some otherworldly creatures, such as the horseshoe crab below. I didn’t find any that were living in this dimension.
The Wright Brothers memorial and a striped lighthouse were Todd’s picks.
I went down to Pea Island National Wildlife Refuge twice, once with Todd (we had a dispute over when and how much to bird, which is nothing new), and by myself on the last morning of our stay, just as Hurricane Sandy was coming
in. If we had not crossed back to the mainland before noon on October 26, 2012, we would have been stranded on the Outer Banks during Sandy, and the Prius most likely would have been ruined.
We were lucky to get out when we did. But a week was not enough for me. I will definitely go back.