In days of old, before PCs, digital cameras, cell phones, and baggy shorts, vacation cottages would have logs. Not fire place logs, but spiral notebooks where each week's guests would write about the fish they caught, complain about the weather, tell how Dad waterskied, and so on. In that spirt, here is my log from my famliy's vacation to the North Carolina Outer Banks..
Sunday, August 3
Brother Pat, nephews Tyler & Jack enter the Atlantic.
I would return to Jockey's Ridge two more times during the week.
Tuesday, August 5.
A large group of us went fishing.
Chris, sister Monica, niece Elena, Aaron, Elena's beau, Anna and Becky. Ice cream bars and popsicles gave us strength to fight the fish.
Monica has two for one, as Chris looks for one that got away.
Nephew Evan, sister Elena, observe the mate, no realtion, with puffer fish caught by brother Arlo, straw hat.
Tyler frees a flounder, Pat and Evan fish for drinks, Aaron and Arlo scan the water.
Arlo with a flounder, Evan with a Yuengling.
Father and son.
I wonder how Eileen's picture turned out ?
Monica, Chris, niece Megan, and Pat.
Evan, Anna, Jack and Arlo.
The Coast Guard, ready for smugglers, terroists, and my family.
As were the dolphins.
Bodie Island lighthouse. We were fishing shallow water of Roanoke Island, at the north end of Palmico Sound. Old boat, old tackle, but we had fun. Caught a lot of little fish. All we needed was a box of oatmeal, and it would have been like fishing for bluegills off a pier at a Wisconsin cottage.
Brothers in arms. Tyler and Jack.
Becky, Monica, Tyler, Chris and I took a detour, or da tour, on the way home, checking out the northernmost part of the Cape Hatteras National Seashore.
Pete goes in.
From the Wright Flyer to jets, from the Packers to the Jets, Oh no ! did we start forces beyond our control ?!?
Thursday, August 7.
Whalehead Club, Pete, Currituck Lighthouse. Pete and I drove north to Corolla. Rented yaks from the Corolla Kayak Company, located on the Sound. The road ends just north of the lighthouse, so no rental homes to blight the view.
Osprey. Also saw great egrets, several species of seagulls, and rare for yakDave, Canadain geese.
Yakdave, paddlinpete, and the lighthouse. This would make a great entry in the Green Wave Forum Photo contest. Except, its not in Florida, and as a judge, I'm not eligible.
Here is where we began and ended the paddle. The green carpeted steps are where you get in and out.
After our paddle, which was just over 1 1/2 hours by the time of my photos, we took a climb up the Currituck Lighthouse.
Larry, Ashley, Arlo's muse, Elena and Aaron.
Friday August, 8.
Clare watches Pat and Pete launch. Launching in the surf can be tough, I tipped a couple times, but I never had a life guard come to the shore because heard the thunk of the kayak against my head. Pat got his bell rung, but my family is a tough bunch, and they got out, eventually.
Both are fine. Later, Pat, Eileen, Jack and I took a walk to the Engineers Pier.
Aaron, Elena, Arlo and Evan- the view from the upper porch. My view was getting blocked.