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Originally Posted by Velvet
Amazing picture of the lighthouse. I still have magnets of it on my fridge. (And I don’t usually collect magnets.) If you go to the cemeteries you’ll find most last names are one of two family names, as if there had ever been just two families on the island. And you are so close to Cape Hatteras, a bird and sea turtle preserve for many miles along the shore with truly virgin sand. A bit further north Kill Devil Hill where they give hang gliding lessons on sand dunes. When you are learning they fly your glider and they guide you like a kite, especially when it is windy. Wright Brothers first flight. A little further north is Currituck Beach lighthouse with wild horses visiting it every day. True free wild horses. For years and years since I was a teen, The Outer Banks was my summer go to place.
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One of my earliest vacation memories was witnessing a (white) tornado (whilst over the spit of sand that holds the road) dance on the beach before heading out to sea as a water spout - that had just destroyed a bowling alley and taken a huge chunk out of one of the big sand dunes at Jockey's Ridge. Summer of 1959. It's been hard to find any news reports related to it, though.
Oh, and we were allowed to climb that striped Cape Hatteras lighthouse that trip. Believe I've read that it was bodily moved a couple hundred yards inland since.