Long ago, I came to the conclusion that my husband should have been born with wings. Although he’s uncomfortable on balconies and the like, he would easily hang out of the window of an airplane if that were possible. He loves air travel.
So, last summer, we went parasailing.
And in the past few weeks, we’ve been up in a hot air balloon. Twice.
Yesterday, we took a helicopter tour of the Outer Banks, including the Corolla area where “my” wild horses are. We couldn’t have chosen a more beautiful day for our trip. Our adventure began at the tiny, but busy, airport in Manteo. Coastal Helicopters is the name of the business that operates the flights. We would definitely recommend them if you’re considering doing this. They have several tours from which to choose.
At the beginning of our flight, we flew over Jockey’s Ridge, a landmark of the area and the tallest sand dune on the East Coast.
We flew over several shipwrecks. And, yes, the ocean was really that color.
And Currituck Lighthouse, located in the village of Corolla.
I found this to be interesting: just because we’re so familiar with it, I took this picture of the access to the 4-wheel-drive area of the beach. After I uploaded it to my computer, I realized that the red wrecker is on its way to retrieve the van, which is obviously stuck in the sand. There are numerous signs warning folks that the area is limited to 4-wheel drive vehicles only. (I’m guessing that tow truck driver makes a pretty nice income from folks who don’t see/ignore all those signs.)
And we saw horses…
Each year, the Corolla Wild Horse Fund, the organization that manages the herd, does an aerial count by helicopter of the horses. AND, I learned yesterday that our pilot is the one who flies the director on those missions. It was easy to see that he had a good eye for spotting the horses. We even saw one of this year’s little ones with its parents.
Our friend, Bev, went with us on the tour. It was her first time ever in a helicopter, and she loved it. Larry, our pilot, posed with us for a photo when we returned to the airport.
I can’t help but wonder what adventure my Motor Man is cooking up next….
~These Days Of Mine~