This day was mostly spent resting and relaxing, reading and lounging, and taking it easy in the “balmy” temperatures of the Outer Banks.
In the morning we tried to find the Hatteras pier without success, but found another place down the road with access to the beach. We felt a little uncomfortable leaving our car filled with stuff in the parking lot because of all the warning signs there promising terrible things would happen if we left our vehicle alone with goodies in plain view or even if it was just unattended. After an uneasy half hour, we returned to our safer and more secure almost empty campground.
In the afternoon, Diana decided to take another excursion to the beach, but I was unwilling to accompany her. I had told her there was a close access point to the beach at the bottom of the little hill below our campsite. She didn’t see anything there and set off on a two-hour+ trek, accessing the beach at the same spot we did yesterday. She came back with a sore foot from walking in the water for 2 hours, and was all ready to pointedly question my geographic accuracy but as she approached the road below our campsite, she discovered the access point had I recommended. Since she hurt her foot, I found this to be a rather empty victory.
After a gourmet dinner of vegetarian hot dogs, canned beans and potato salad, we drifted off to sleep with vivid flashes of lightning from a very vigorous storm somewhere far off the coast lighting the night sky for hours. It was the biggest lightening show I’ve ever seen. It looked more like a battle at sea. I’ve read about the Outer Banks (OBX) better known as the Graveyard of the Atlantic. Hundreds of ships have been lost due to the changing sandbars and rough weather. Stories about the people who dedicated their lives to saving people are many. One, a man named Midgett, saved seven men by riding his horse out in deep water and bringing them in one by one. Many streets and businesses are named after him. Many streets and areas are named for the lost ships, too.