It took a few days to detach from the typical hustle and bustle of daily life. I’ve been to the beach a good bit throughout my life, but the beaches were always the boardwalk tourist destinations with people everywhere, neon lights, and the constant smell of popcorn. Outer Banks was almost shocking to me. Everything closed by 8 or 9, and it was just very laid back and almost quiet. Especially toward Corolla. We had heard about the wild horses, and how they just walk along the beach, but it was still shockingly beautiful (majestic?) to see for real. A week went by like nothing, and it was back to the daily grind. I had my first real tan since I was 18, and I returned feeling very philosophical and relaxed. It was a great week.
You’ll see the horses, my wife, my brother-in-law, and the family dogs in the photos. Sorry for the lack of yours truly.