I used most, nearly all, vacation time I had for RAGBRAI yet it didn’t quite feel like one. A last minute decision and booking on Friday morning had me on the beach by Sunday afternoon, unbeknownst to my parents who had arrived earlier that day. I like my vacations to be something drastically different from what I am used to – in this case long days of work and play in the beautiful weather and scenery of the Rocky Mountains. Vacation gave found me in the nearly triple digit temps and close to complete humidity of the Outerbanks of North Carolina.
Most of the days were spent wasting away beach side or poolside reading and conversing. The focus of the day was most often centered on the upcoming meal, or possibly the best time for a nap. Wednesday and Thursday brought afternoon storms, not the kind enjoyed in the Caribbean for a few minutes. These costal storms lasted hours and ranged from steady light rain to a drenching downpour. Havelock, 20 minutes inland, received 9 inches in the span of a few hours on Wednesday. My aunt and uncle in New Bern had their radio antenna struck on Thursday, frying all the equipment, computers, and televisions. Eventful storms with earth rattling thunder became the sight to see in place of the ocean.
This morning I awoke to a steady drizzle with no hopes of it stopping. Up early-ish for a trip into historic and folkloric Beaufort with Dad – a walk along the waterfront and into the old cemetery. The oldest grave found was from the settlers of the town in 1771; then we went to get pastries for the whole gang. Clean the condo and pack the bags some of the morning and then watch the rain until it was off to the sprawling airports of New Bern, North Carolina.
Most of the days were spent wasting away beach side or poolside reading and conversing. The focus of the day was most often centered on the upcoming meal, or possibly the best time for a nap. Wednesday and Thursday brought afternoon storms, not the kind enjoyed in the Caribbean for a few minutes. These costal storms lasted hours and ranged from steady light rain to a drenching downpour. Havelock, 20 minutes inland, received 9 inches in the span of a few hours on Wednesday. My aunt and uncle in New Bern had their radio antenna struck on Thursday, frying all the equipment, computers, and televisions. Eventful storms with earth rattling thunder became the sight to see in place of the ocean.
This morning I awoke to a steady drizzle with no hopes of it stopping. Up early-ish for a trip into historic and folkloric Beaufort with Dad – a walk along the waterfront and into the old cemetery. The oldest grave found was from the settlers of the town in 1771; then we went to get pastries for the whole gang. Clean the condo and pack the bags some of the morning and then watch the rain until it was off to the sprawling airports of New Bern, North Carolina.
Boats off the Beaufort waterfront.
An old schoolhouse in Beaufort.
Cemetery in Beaufort.
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good stuff, buddy! buffalo trace toast to you!
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