The crew has landed at the seashore, finally. A ferry deposited us in a quaint little island village, we drove through saying to each other “we are in the Bahamas.” We found a campsite in the Hatteras National Park on North Carolina’s Outer Banks, walked over a dune, and found ourselves feet away from a white sand, blue water beach.
We are quite content here for the next little while. The village is small and flat (great for bikes), and only three miles away from the campsite. A couple we met on the ferry we took to get to the island invited us for a drive on the beach tonight in their four wheeler.
Paul’s computer is having some hiccups, so we are in a café backing up his hard drive. We need to buy some MOSQUITO REPELLENT (big time). After a terrible nights sleep, I found myself at 5:30 am murdering hordes of blood-filled mosquitoes that were flying up against our windshield in the early morning light. I had taken the dogs down earlier, to try to sleep on the sand, where I thought the ocean breeze would drive the hordes away, but the breeze had died down overnight. Only after the Battle of the Windshield was I able to claim some hours of rest. Gordon´s underside is pink and welty, Muddy is tired from snapped and huffing at invisible buzzing presences all night.
This place is beautiful! We are hatching plans to never leave. Saturday was awful. Sunday we arrived here and it all felt better.
Sweet looking place. Looking forward to updates while you are there for a few weeks
Hope you guys are enjoying yourselves and the battle with the mosquitos has been won or at least a truce has been reached.
Never did find out why Saturday May 30 was “awful”. Perhaps you’ve forgotten by now.