Normally I don't do requests!
But--------------
To illustrate my point about "You gotta be there"!
One of my best and most intelligent readers (actually you all are) has asked for this image.............
Why?
All together now-----------
"SHE WAS THERE!"
Seriously, this image is called the morning after and not because of what you think. We had a group of friends staying at one of the multi person, multi million, multi insurance policy homes built on the beach of the outer banks in North Carolina. We were there for a week, about 18 of us or so and having a great time.
You know that the vacation begins when you let the air out of the tires on the truck, suv, or jeep. It is so sad when you have to pump them up again because that means your about to leave. Those that know, know what I mean and those that don't,...........You gotta go there and "Be there". The outer banks are just such an experience.
Oooops, I digressed again.
At any rate we were driving on and off the beaches at will and testing every one's four wheel drives. The point of the elbow of the outer banks here is called "Cape Point" at Buxton and is where the Hatteras lighthouse lives. It is also one of the finest surf fishing places in the country, right up there with Montauk Point in New York's Long Island.
But--------------
To illustrate my point about "You gotta be there"!
One of my best and most intelligent readers (actually you all are) has asked for this image.............
Why?
All together now-----------
"SHE WAS THERE!"
Seriously, this image is called the morning after and not because of what you think. We had a group of friends staying at one of the multi person, multi million, multi insurance policy homes built on the beach of the outer banks in North Carolina. We were there for a week, about 18 of us or so and having a great time.
You know that the vacation begins when you let the air out of the tires on the truck, suv, or jeep. It is so sad when you have to pump them up again because that means your about to leave. Those that know, know what I mean and those that don't,...........You gotta go there and "Be there". The outer banks are just such an experience.
Oooops, I digressed again.
At any rate we were driving on and off the beaches at will and testing every one's four wheel drives. The point of the elbow of the outer banks here is called "Cape Point" at Buxton and is where the Hatteras lighthouse lives. It is also one of the finest surf fishing places in the country, right up there with Montauk Point in New York's Long Island.
Along mid week a front started to move in and required us to turn on the telly. Something which was frowned upon at normal times, but when a storm's a brewing on the banks better to be safe than sorry. And in fact a hurricane was coming our way. We waited all night for an evacuation order, which in fact never came because the thing was downgraded to a tropical storm.
And hit it did, with winds up to fifty or sixty mph and pelting rain on the horizontal.
Eighteen people cooped up all day long in a beach house playing majong (?) or whatever was not my cup of tea. So off to the point to see what the ocean was doing. Normally, under calm conditions the waves at that location crash on an ever shifting beach and sand bars running offshore for about eight miles. This is the exact spot where the northern currents meet the Gulf Stream and the waves do a triangular peak thing. I cannot begin to describe the extent of the wave action that is "Diamond Shoals", nor can I photograph it from shore sufficiently to impress upon you the enormity of that particular piece of ocean. It is simply one of those locations that you look upon with mouth agape as your mind tries to wrap around the natural display before you.
That day, on a beach that normally looks like a Walmart parking lot, there were only two idiots to be found.
Eighteen people cooped up all day long in a beach house playing majong (?) or whatever was not my cup of tea. So off to the point to see what the ocean was doing. Normally, under calm conditions the waves at that location crash on an ever shifting beach and sand bars running offshore for about eight miles. This is the exact spot where the northern currents meet the Gulf Stream and the waves do a triangular peak thing. I cannot begin to describe the extent of the wave action that is "Diamond Shoals", nor can I photograph it from shore sufficiently to impress upon you the enormity of that particular piece of ocean. It is simply one of those locations that you look upon with mouth agape as your mind tries to wrap around the natural display before you.
That day, on a beach that normally looks like a Walmart parking lot, there were only two idiots to be found.
The fisherman and I.
Only one of us caught anything.
I got the photo!
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