It sticks to you. Ick.
Like I said earlier, we do this beach thing regularly and this beach usually. So, we have seen most of the sights and done most of the 'stuff' so this week we really just hung out at the beach.
Amy LOVES the beach, even the sand, so she was down there longest of all enjoying herself. Stevie would come and go. I would come, sit awhile, walk awhile and go home. I did learn to read my Kindle through a baggie so none of the dreadful sand got on it. Yay! Good idea, Amy.
I love walking on the beach...the constant breeze and the water rushing and playing. The pelicans flying in formation and the shore birds running from the waves. But, one day, a very sad thing happened. As Stevie and I walked up, a large bird who was sitting flat on the sand at the water's edge, but facing the land, pushed himself up with his wings, turned himself toward the sea and let the next wave take him. He was gone. We waited for minutes, knowing that some birds dive to eat, but he never surfaced. We could tell by his movements on the sand that he was somehow injured, couldn't fly or walk.
Seems to me he sat quietly making his peace and then turned to leave this life in the water that had been so much a part of his life.
I don't know what kind of bird he was. Bigger than a gull, but not a pelican.
It really was a moment to remember for me....and I'm aware that I am reading more into it than was there, but it made me stop and think and wonder. Those are all good things.
The rest of the week was much less dramatic but record breaking hot and stormy!
Here are some pictures.
Stormy over there on the way onto the Outer Banks...Saturday.
Sunday, from the top deck on our cottage, looking north.
Monday, looking south. I think this was the night
that the house shook!
Tuesday, looking east. The ocean is just over there.
Loving the colors in this one.
Good news - the storms were in the evening or the early morning
so beach time was not compromised.
Surface of the moon? No. Sand on Jockey's Ridge.
Lots of sand, but it wasn't at the beach and I
wasn't wet so it wasn't AS sticky.
These tiny little frogs lives up there in the sand.
Sand blowing continually. This is with my shoes sitting
only for a couple of minutes. They would have been
buried in no time.
Can you see what's going on down there?
Let me see if I can help you out.
Three guys working diligently to make some lucky girls dream come true. Letters were about 5 feet tall and a foot deep. Isn't that sweet?
The ocean with sea oats. I have this picture in some
form from each trip.
Waves coming in...
and going out.
Or vice versa.
Love the old beach fences, too.
Found this PEACE leaf on one of our walks.
You can find peace lots of places. You just have to look.
So, that's it. Didn't take many pictures. Didn't buy any souvenirs, except for a magnet to add to the collection. Didn't eat any seafood.
Here's one thing I learned about myself on this trip. I am a simple person.
We went out to eat at a fancy place one night and I didn't really enjoy it at all like I should have. I keep trying and hoping it will seem like it was worth that much money for that experience, but it just isn't for me. And I'm OK with that. Just need to start saying go ahead without me!
Oh, and I love finding a small church filled with 'family' who are happy to see me! And they gave me a loaf of bread when I left. That was good food all around.
Happy that Amy and Stevie include me and we still love each other when we get home.