Motor Man and I spent the weekend on the Outer Banks. (I’m never sure which preposition to use: “on” the Outer Banks, “in” the Outer Banks, “at” the Outer Banks. It was much easier in the old days when everyone referred to it as Nags Head.
Saturday morning, we drove up on the beach. It was very overcast, so we didn’t even attempt to get there in time for sunrise. But, later in the morning, the sun did manage to break through the clouds.
The beach is different every time we go. This was a severe….shelf? gully? wash? We’d never seen one that deep before. Definitely not something we wanted to drive over, even in our trusty little 4-wheel drive Jeep.
I did a little “shelling”, while Motor Man did a little unauthorized picture-taking.
When I got back in the Jeep and glanced at him, this is what I saw.
Hey…he may take unauthorized photos, but I’m the one with the blog.
We traveled the “back roads”; it was a fun morning on (and off) the beach.
Did we see horses? I’ll tell you tomorrow!
~These Days Of Mine~
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