Image: Night In Nags Head North Carolina — kenne (Photo Set)
Five Days On The Outer Banks — Part I
(This entry is the first of eight parts on our trip to the Outer Banks)
We knew we were almost there as we drove on the Wright Memorial Bridge to the Outer Banks. A light rain continued to travel with us from Norfolk. By most expectations, the next five days of rain would result in an uneventful time. Of course, the one obvious exception would be April and Jason’s wedding, which was the real reason we were on the Outer Banks in early April when only rain and a northeast wind seem to profile. However, there is something about the Outer Banks that makes for lasting impressions, regardless the conditions. There is something very tentative about this part of North Carolina that generates the basic ingredients for adventure and romance.
“There seems to be something about the Outer Banks that attracts all kinds of people, a good many of whom have stayed around long enough to make their distinctive marks.” – David Stick
Arriving in Nags Head Saturday, April 5th, about 8:30 p.m., after most of the guests had arrived, we warmed-up hamburgers prepared earlier and grabbed a cold beer, or glass of “Three-buck Chuck” wine. Since a light rain continued, eating out on one of several decks facing the ocean of was not an option. Neither would it come to be during our five days on the Outer Banks, which in many ways was not surprising, given the late winter/early springtime of year. In the end, the weather met one’s realistic, but surely not hopeful expectations. Yet, these barrier islands that continue to under go change of position provide the makings for a collage of human conflicts with the forces of nature. Such conflicts can, and do, generate twisted human conflicts that often become the sources of classic literature. One can only truly know someone through understanding his or her connections with others.
Food and drink selected, we seat down to eat in the open great room/dinning/kitchen area (party area), with plenty of windows facing the night sea. Outside a light rain continued falling with a wind, although strong, turned out to be light compared to days to come. Inside, guests were scattered throughout the house, some watching the NCAA Final-Four Playoffs and/or playing pool on the ground level, while others were moving furniture and selecting salsa music in preparation for some serious dancing on the third level. (As we would learn, several of April and Jason’s friends all met while taking dancing lessons.) If there were guests on the second level, it’s anyone’s guess, since it housed most of the beach house bedrooms.
Before arriving at the beach house, we stopped to get some Maker’s Mark. So, it didn’t take long after our arrival before many of those in the pool table area switch from beer to whiskey. Now we had the serious dancers on the third floor and the serious drinkers on the ground floor, of course, not necessarily exclusively. Although the house had an elevator, most of us traversed the three levels of stairs making new acquaintances and greeting old friends.
kenne
Leave a Reply