Outer Banks of North Carolina

I write this from a snow-covered freezing tundra (or so it feels). What I would give to be transported to the month of June, on a warm beach in the South! 

I spent a short week vacationing on the Outer Banks. For a few days our lives consisted of no more than homemade sandwiches & potato chips on sandy beach towels. Afternoon trips to the local ice cream shop. Spiral staircases inside light houses. Board games. Laughing until you’re crying. Cold beer cans blanketed in condensation. Running through sand dune mazes. Reading in a beach chair, which inevitably leads to napping in a beach chair. 

Forget Zoloft, give all of us trudging through seasonal depression a dose of the last week in June.

File the Outer Banks and barrier islands of North Carolina under “Places to Visit Before the Rising Sea Levels Bury Them”.

On our last day we finally changed out of our swimsuits and drove up to Corolla. If you haven’t ridden in an H1 Hummer on a wide Carolina beach, which everyone agrees is a 2 lane highway, you’re missing out! There are homes in Corolla and nearby neighborhoods where the beach is the only route of access. Who knew? 

Similar to the paths amongst the grasses in the sand dunes which we’d walk through to reach the beach, larger paths make up the streets here. I hadn’t seen anything quite like it. It was just like any other suburban development, except for the slight difference that none of the streets were paved. They were all wide trails in the sand. Wide enough for your neighbors lifted SUV, and trailing boat to drive through. Hell, we even saw a 4x4 pizza delivery truck.

And wild horses! (which sounds nicer than the also accurate “feral horses”.) The protected population here on the Outer Banks are descendants of domesticated horses Spanish expeditions brought over in the 1500’s, and left behind… or survived shipwrecks– where’s that animated movie, Disney? Here’s a wikipedia link, should you be itching for a rabbit hole to go down. 

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