For those of you who aren’t from ’round here, and aren’t familiar with OBX, I’ll explain. Several years ago, a very imaginative person created “OBX” as an abbreviation for the Outer Banks of North Carolina. That person is probably very wealthy, considering all the OBX decals, bumper stickers, key chains, magnets, and even North Carolina license plates bearing those letters.
Anyway….Motor Man and I were at/in the OBX last week, and on Sunday, we began our day by watching the sunrise from the beach. See the little sandpiper in the far right corner? He and several of his buddies were putting on a show for us, searching for breakfast while avoiding the surf.
There were a few other folks on the beach, even at that early hour. We laughed at this black lab. He was playing “catch” with a ball and the waves. He would drop the ball and watch it roll toward the water, then crouch down like a cat and wait for the surf to bring it back to him.
We also met a really nice family from Pennsylvania on their first vacation to OBX. Well, we “sort of” met them: we don’t actually know their names. Their little girls were having fun finding seashells and building sand castles.
Their Mom was kind enough to take a picture of us.
It was so beautiful, I couldn’t stop taking pictures.
Motor Man had to drag me away….kicking and screaming. Just one more…just one more! (I’m kidding, of course.)
Seriously, if you’re ever on the Outer Banks, the sunrise is worth getting up at o-dark thirty to witness. Yes, Susie, that means you, too.