We were settled in Outer Banks, North Carolina May 31st through June 1st. From our hotel there we made day trips to local lighthouses, America’s largest sand dunes, and the Wright Brothers National Monument.
One of our first mornings in OBX we went to the beach. We were not planning on spending long there so we did not apply any sunscreen. This is a bad move in general but, as some of you might know, I burn very easily, so that week went from “fun in the sun” to “lobster week” in a matter of hours. To make matters worse we spent the afternoon touring lighthouses and sand dunes so, in a nut shell, I did not touch anything and no body touched me for the next week. That’s about all one can do when your skin is “on fire”.
Despite this I very much enjoyed OBX. We only climbed sand dunes for about an hour before we were tired of them. Being surrounded by sand made it much easier to relate with the Israelites and we could only imagine exactly how tired of sand they would be after seeing nothing but it for 40 years. Our experience with the lighthouses was much different.
The area around the Bodie Island Lighthouse was lush with various kinds of green plants and swamps several different shades of orange which was quite beautiful. It was fun to closely examine the landscape around us and see how many crabs, frogs, or fish we could spot. And, of course, it made great photo opportunities.
It was something else to visit the very spot where the Wright brothers feet left the ground in 1903. Through the Rangers and signs our visit to the Wright Brothers National Monument was quite informative and made what we had already learned through our history lessons memorable in a way that we will not be forgetting what we learned very easily. For example, we will remember the four animals that the French used to test their hot air balloon because of the story behind my dad’s new nickname.
We were sitting in on a “ranger talk” when the ranger speaking offered a prize to whoever could name one of the four animals the French used to test their hot air balloon. “Chicken!” Someone called.
“Correct!” The ranger replied and handed her a prize.
“Duck!” My dad called.
“Correct!” The ranger replied and handed him a prize.
Dad took it before telling the ranger, “I Googled it.”
The ranger laughed. “You Googled it?!” He jokingly attempted to take back the prize he had just given but let him keep it. “You’re Google Man!” He laughed some more. Throughout the rest of the presentation the ranger asked several more questions after which he would turn to Dad and ask, “Do you have the answer, Google Man?” It was quite humorous.
Afterwards we hiked to the top of Kill Devil Hill where a giant monument sits in honor of the Wright Brothers. Part of the time we were touring it there was a large group of boys in front of one stone side smiling at a man with a camera further away. Naturally my dad stepped into the group. The boy next to him, along with the others who noticed, were amused by this so they did not say anything. The man did not notice because one woman had just offered to take the picture for him and he was showing her how to do so. Right when the man joined the group Haydn walked by and Dad called him out, by name, to move over. This, of course, gave him away and smiling Dad left the now laughing group.
Mom, Ansa, and I were the last of our family to begin our way back down and as we did so I heard the lady who volunteered to take the picture talking to her friend about what had just happened: “the man in the hat” “yeah, Google Man. I should have taken a picture” “yeah, you should have”. Apparently, to our disappointment, she did not take a picture while Dad was there but because of a fellow tourist referring to him as “Google Man” it naturally became his new nickname.
On our way out of Outer Banks, we stopped at Nags Head once more. At that time there were several people doing test runs down the dunes with hang gliders. It was quite interesting to watch them soar, for a few seconds, and see some of the ginormous kites that other people were testing out. One in particular was something like 30×40 feet. It was huge and had several large weights holding it down.
Next stop: Williamsburg, Virginia.
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P.s. Sorry for this post being late. More media problems, heh, heh. Thanks for your patience!