Heading Back Up North

First a picture wrap-up from Ocracoke:

Two pair of sandals and a sun just waiting to set

Erin standing by a beach sculpture we came across just as the sun was setting

The sun dropping on our last day in Ocracoke . . .

. . . and breaking camp the next morning

The day had to come. We couldn't put it off any longer. It was time to start heading back up north. So with heavy hearts and about five pounds of seashells, we broke camp and headed up the Outer Banks. First there was a ferry:

And then there were a few more sights before leaving the islands:

The famous "Nights In Rodanthe" house (a movie with Richard Gere and Diane Lane)

Cape Hatteras lighthouse

Another night of camping (and geographical confusion)

Awesome sunset (yaaawn)

. . . and once again packing up Lil' Red

I wish I could devote an entire posting to our visit to Kitty Hawk in the upper Outer Banks. It was much more fascinating than I had thought It'd be. This is, after all, the exact spot (specifically at Kill Devil Hills) where the first powered flight took place, launching the new field of aviation. A true revolution. The Wright Brothers -- Orville and Wilbur -- came here from Dayton, Ohio (where they had a bicycle repair and sales business) because they found the winds and gentle hills to be optimal.

The monument on top of Kill Devil Hill

The marker tells it all -- I'm standing where the world's first plane landed

So that's it. I wish I could write some more here but we're on to other things. There never seems to be enough time on the road to do these postings.

A quick rewind. I never gave proper thanks to my cousin Lynn and her husband Jim for their generosity. We stayed with them in Charlotte for a night in between Atlanta and the Outer Banks. It was also great to see my Aunt Helen as well (and Lynn and Jim's ridiculously cute grandaughter, Berklie).

 

So long and keep on smiling everybody