Shortly before I came here, I was hanging out at my professional space at The Pajama Factory, and I said to a mixed group of people, “I’m going to the Outer Banks. I’m not sure if they keep my people there.”
“Why do you think that, April?”
“Generally high-end SUVs driving around with those OBX stickers, they prolly own jetskis and shit. I shop at Target, man. I used to think OBX was some kind of extreme sport, not a dang vacation spot!”
I was right. They do not keep my people here, at least not on the north side. But man is it breathtaking. Here’s a picture of sunset behind a house that you have to drive on the beach to get to. Seriously. No paved roads. Therefore, one MUST own a four-wheel-drive vehicle with some ground clearance to get there.
Sunset on the beach is the best. This makes me miss living 15 minutes from the ocean terribly.
Here’s a picture of a pretty sea shell on the sand from earlier in the day:
And here’s fun: the obligatory-you-can’t-really-see-my-face-I’m-a-cagey-blogger photo. I totally dig this hat. I think it is going to be part of my uniform for the rest of the year. It alleviates the need for a sunglasses solution, which is tricky owing to my impaired vision.
Finally, all (and I mean all) of the houses here are on stilts. That means that every time you go up or down stairs, or someone in your house does, it feels like somebody is doing it hard in the room next to you. Or like a mild earthquake. I don’t know if I would ever get used to it.