After a month in South Carolina, it felt as though we barreled through North Carolina having passed through the state in a little over two weeks. But traveling afforded us the ability to enjoy a variety of the state’s offerings and to see how it changed all within an eight hour day. Some of our North Carolina favorites…
Category: The East Coast
The Dismal Swamp Canal
While strikingly beautiful and unlike anywhere else we have been, you have the Dismal Swamp Canal to thank for the flurry of recent posts… Probably not the best time to transit when temps are in the high 90’s (F, 36C) and every humidity-loving, human-eating bug is out and about; gave me the opportunity to hide out behind screens. π
And critters hitching a ride.
The Outer Banks
While a trip to Ocracoke was not in our weather gods’ plan, we did make it to Cape Lookout, Roanoke Island and Kill Devil Hills. We’ll be back for Ocracoke…
Cape Lookout
The tiniest sliver of sandbank curled like a little finger at the bottom of the Outer Banks, Cape Lookout is more sea and sky than land.
Roanoke Island
Kill Devil Hills
We rented a car and left Roanoke for the Wright Memorial and the beach. The story of the tenacity, ingenuity and patience of these bicycle mechanics with a dream is inspiring. It is also a testament to what small, incremental steps can lead to when they build one upon the other. CI (Continuous Improvement) in action…
New Bern Bears
We ventured off the official Loop route to visit Christian’s old haunts: up the Neues River to New Bern then back down to Oriental. This area is the origin story for our Great Loop adventure… Christian learned to sail in these waters.
Okay, not bears, but I think the owners of these properties wanted equal time…
Tryon Palace
“Creepy But Cool”
So said the woman at the Beaufort Historical Society who suggested it as a walking tour; she was not wrong. The site was established in 1709 and contains remains from the Indian wars from that period as well as, later, members of the United States Colored Infantry (former slaves who fought on the Union side during the Civil War), sea captains and sailors whose ships sank off the coast of North Carolina and, of course, residents of Beaufort.
The Old Burying Ground is listed on the National Register of Historic Places and is now managed by the Historical Society.
Many of the headstones have lost their identity with age. 1756 is the oldest legible date but not the oldest grave.
Old wisteria vines and trees guard the gravesites in the Old Burying Ground.
The Historical Society provides a map to tour the Burying Ground. It contains stories about the graves and their occupants …
… Captain John Hill (1817-1879) We liked the inscription on his headstone:
“The form that fills this silent grave
Once tossed an ocean’s roiling wave,
But in a port securely fast,
He’s dropped his anchor here at last.”
The Ann Street Methodist Church
Laying Low in Low Country
Or summering in South Carolina. We added four additional weeks to our wonderful one week vacation on Kiawah Island which is why we hadn’t moved if you’ve been watching. The add was not altogether voluntarily and certainly not planned; we limped into the marina with a slipping transmission and no windlass for the anchor. We assumed that we would enjoy the week on Kiawah while waiting for the replacement parts, complete the repairs then move on. I think the shipping companies went on vacation, too…
If nothing else, this adventure has taught us to be flexible and, as all of the envious vacationers we met in the marina were quick to remind us, there are worse places to get stuck…
Georgia Peaches
Possibly the most visually pleasing week we have spent traveling. The Atlantic ICW winds its way through Georgia bordered by endless marsh grass flats which spill into wide open bays. At the last of the bays, the Savannah River intersects the ICW and we made a trip up river to sample this southern jewel.
The remains of Dungeness, an old Carnegie estate.
The estate included recreational fields, a carriage house, a dairy barn, multiple cisterns and gardens. Today, the only inhabitants are the wild horses who roam freely through the park.
The journey up the ICW. At each of the bays the twisting river led to, sandbars at the inside of the mouth of the bay hosted “boat parties”.
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Cold Turkey
No more white sand beaches, amethyst green water and skies as high as the horizon is wide…