We climbed to the top of a beach access stairway and looked out. No sandy beach existed. Only a sea of roiling waves, at least six to eight feet high, crashing against a wall of sand dunes built to protect beachfront vacation homes. Impressive power.
Hubby and I were astounded to see four or five tween girls playing far out in the waves while their parents watched from the narrow sliver of beach and occasionally hollered for them to come toward shore a bit – words swallowed up by the wind and crashing waves.
On Tuesday morning comfortable temperatures and sunshine returned. Again we headed to the beach and found a calm ocean edged with its usual wide beach. Perfect for a hike along the shore.
Rotted wooden ribs curled out of the sand. Timbers at least twelve inches across and fastened together in bundles of three formed the keel.
Some folks thought this ship was the Metropolis, a steamer that went down in 1878 on her way to Brazil. We did some research and discovered that underwater archeologists had verified that a steam boiler, boat davits, and masses of iron sitting about 100 yards off shore did come from the Metropolis.
Opposite the ocean side of the Outer Banks is the Albemarle Sound. Our rental home bordered the sound and had its own pier.
The grandsons gathered their crab traps and fishing poles and headed for the pier with the return of sunshine and warmer weather. At the day’s end, they had caught enough fish and blue crabs for a hearty seafood dinner.
Although the largest fish caught was a carp and not edible, it put up a good fight and made a great ‘big fish’ photo.
He saw me snap a picture, stopped at the end of the street, rolled down his window and hollered, “Boys need their fun!”
The grandsons spotted three cottonmouths beside our pier and snapped pictures with their phones before coming into the house with their news. I grabbed my camera and hurried to the pier, but the snakes had already slithered away to parts unknown.
The topography of the Outer Banks is rather flat which makes for easy biking and hiking. Most days we enjoyed walking or biking for miles.
All too soon the time came to pack up and head home. Our vacation had come to an end. But the pleasant memories of being with family will always stay with us.