The
Outer Banks is a 130-mile stretch of barrier islands, just off the coast of
North Carolina. There are no cities
here, just some quaint towns and small fishing villages; much of the area is
protected as part of the Cape Hatteras National Seashore. It’s a wonderful place to relax, listen to
the waves, smell the salt air, and eat delicious seafood. We joined our friends at Carolina Tours to
spend a few days here before tourist season gets in full swing.
The
town of Kitty Hawk was our home base
– at a very nice Hilton Garden Inn located right on the beach at the Kitty Hawk
Fishing Pier. It was windy and chilly
for beachcombing, but it was also just about deserted. The surf is rough – not many shells survive
to be found, but great for walking.
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Our
first stop was north of Kitty Hawk in the village of Duck. We stopped for dinner
at the Sunset Grille, hoping for a colorful sunset over Currituck Sound. No such luck – the fog rolled in and the
horizon disappeared.
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Duck’s
real claim to fame is Duck Donuts,
named for the village but there is also a convenient location next to our
hotel. Donuts here are made to order –
you just pick your choice of coating (icing), toppings (everything from
sprinkles to bacon pieces), and drizzle if desired. Their specialty is maple-coated donut topped
with bacon pieces; we couldn’t quite go there, but everything we tried was good
– worth a stop if you are in the neighborhood.
(Note: there are now Duck Donut
locations in Columbia SC and Charlotte NC.)
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Kitty Hawk has lots of history, but
it is perhaps best known as the place where, on a remote beach on December 17,
1903, the Wright Brothers, Wilbur and Orville, became the first humans to
fly. This event is commemorated by a large monument on top of Kill Devil Hill - it was a sand dune in 1903, but now covered with grass. The first flight lasted only 12
seconds, and the distance of the flight was only 120 feet.
Here, for the first time, a manned,
heavier-than-air machine left the ground by its own power, moved forward under
control without losing speed, and landed at a point that was not lower than
where it started. Three more flight were
made that day, the longest lasting 59 seconds and covering 852 feet.
A large stone marks the point of
take-off and smaller stones mark the distance covered by each flight. Note the
rail in front of the large stone. This
plane did not have wheels; rather it slid along a metal railing until it
achieved speed and altitude. Quite a
feat for a couple of guys who made and repaired bicycles in Ohio.
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Roanoke Island is nearby (east of Kitty
Hawk); it is a small island located between the barrier islands and the
mainland. It’s small in size, but big in
history – this island was the site of the Roanoke Colony, founded in 1585 by
Sir Walter Raleigh. They arrived in the ship Elizabeth II, a rather small
vessel for a three-month ocean voyage to an unknown land.
Supplies to the colony were interrupted
during the Anglo-Spanish War, leaving the colonists to fend for themselves for
three years before the ship returned.
During that time, on August 15, 1887, Virginia Dare was born - the first child of the English born in
America. When the supply ship returned,
there was no sign of the colonists, giving rise to the nickname “The Lost Colony.” To this day, there is no conclusive evidence
as to what happened.
Manteo
is the largest town on Roanoke Island; it has a harbor, a marina and a
lighthouse. This lighthouse is the Roanoke Marshes Lighthouse, which was
originally located near the entrance to the sound. It played an important role in brings ships,
goods and passengers safely into the harbor though the shallow sound and river.
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South of Kitty Hawk, it’s a different
world – very small villages and lots of empty space, thanks to the Cape Hatteras National Seashore. There are three lighthouses in Cape Hatteras
National Seashore; they are spaced at 40-mile intervals along the coast. The northernmost is the Bodie Island Lighthouse, near Nags Head; built in 1872, it is 165
feet tall.
In the village of Rodanthe, we saw the Chicamacomico
Life-Saving Station, now a historic site and museum. It’s a place to visit
to learn about the shipwrecks (over 1,000), rescues and daily lives of men
serving in the U.S. Life-Saving Service on the Outer Banks. They were never bored – the shallow shoals,
storms, shifting sand ridges and turbulent seas led to a thousand shipwrecks up
and down the Outer Banks. Cape Hatteras
is considered the most treacherous of these waters, but the whole area is known
as the Graveyard of the Atlantic.
The
Cape Hatteras Lighthouse was
completed in 1870. The original tower,
built in 1803, was the country’s first warning light, not a welcoming harbor
light. It stands 198 feet tall, and its
light is visible for more than 20 miles.
In 1999, the lighthouse was relocated one-half mile inland to rescue it
from beach erosion. The original
foundation stones are displayed in a semi-circular amphitheater and have been
engraved with the names of all of the keepers of this iconic light.
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Just
south of the lighthouse, we hopped on the ferry
to Ocracoke Island, the Outer
Banks’ southernmost barrier island. We
had a picnic lunch on the ferry and watched seagulls chasing the boat and
hoping for a handout. It’s only a
one-hour ride, just long enough …
With
16 miles of pristine (undeveloped) beach and a quaint little village by a
picturesque harbor, Ocracoke is the
cure for the common beach. By some
standards, there’s not much to do – long walks on the beach or short strolls
around the village, fishing from shore or charter boats to secret places (think
Blackbeard), bike rides, kite surfing, ice cream, fresh seafood – what more
could you ask?
How
about wild ponies? Not far from the ferry landing on Ocracoke,
we stopped to walk the deserted beach and to look for shells and ponies. Intact shells are hard to find, but we were
delighted to see three ponies, believed to be descendants of long-ago
shipwrecks. The
ponies don’t roam free anymore since so many of them were hit and killed by
cars; the Park Service has built a large enclosure for the remaining
ponies.
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In
the village, our first stop was at the Ocracoke
Lighthouse; built in 1823, it is 75 feet tall. It is the oldest continuously operating
lighthouse in North Carolina. It’s not very tall, but it is very visible from
all around the village. We enjoyed
seeing it from different vantage points, looking for that perfect picture!
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Our guide reminded us of a poem by Dixon Lanier
Merritt:
A wonderful bird is the pelican.
His beak can hold more than his belly can.
He can hold in his beak
Enough food for a week!
But I'll be darned if I know how the hellican?
That’s the only poetry for this trip, but
we did have dinner one night right beside an osprey nest. It was nearly dark so our pictures won’t win
any prizes. They are known locally as
Ricky and Lucy and they return to this nesting site every year after wintering
in South America.
We topped off our visit with a
celebration of Ingrid’s birthday. She
didn’t want it advertised, but the whole group chipped in to buy her a nice
present – with many thanks for all she does to make traveling with Carolina
Tours something special.