Bobby G. looks so handsome with his windswept hair from time spent fishing in the surf.
In fact, his hair looks so good like that, I spent $25.00 on a little bottle of Bumble and Bumble Surf Spray. Advertised as Beach in a Bottle and gives you that sexy, salty, sun dried, windswept style. (I had a moment of senility spending that much money on a "look" from a bottle :) You can only get that look from the real thing!
So how come mine doesn't look as good as his?? sigh
Just recently, we took a much needed R & R down to the beaches of the Outer Banks. This photo says it all! :) This was the sign on the back of the house next door to ours, overlooking the ocean.
A newly built beach home, just down from where we stayed. The dunes have been freshly planted with rows and rows of sea oats for beach erosion protection.
The guys coming off the beach after fishing.
My Dad taught me how to surf fish many years ago. Nothing like catching fresh fish and bringing them in for frying right then! Corn on the cob, corn bread.....good eatin'!
Bobby G. and our hostess heading down to the beach. Our first day was so nice and warm.....perfect! But then overnight a Nor'easter blew in and it turned so chilly and very very windy.
Didn't matter to me..... any day at the beach is a GOOD DAY
The good thing about a storm is, it kicks up heavy surf and makes for good shelling. Yours truly, as I head down the beach looking for shells.
We stayed at the northern beaches this time, but took a little trip to the southern beaches and across the bridge to Roanoke Island and historic Manteo to look at some property. I adore the little waterfront town of Manteo. This was a small B&B there. Isn't the front charming?
The storm and onshore winds caused fluffy piles and piles of foam on the beach. The foam is created by organic matter stored in bottom sediments and later stirred up by the waves. There was so much foam it looked as if all the washing machines in every cottage up and down the beach had overflowed and caused major suds problem. Did you know that foam, as it blows down the beach, actually leaves a trail in the sand?
Here's another sweet beach fact from some of the shells I collected. The dark shells on the left illustrate staining as a result of burial in mud earlier in their history. The white ones and red fan shell on the right have their natural coloring.
One day the wind was too strong for us on the beach with blowing sand, so we took off for the sound side. This wooden walkway is at the very end of the beach road, accessible only by 4-wheel drive. The walkway rambles through the maritime forest, swamps, grasslands and shrub thickets. Being up on the walkway would be the only time you would catch me in a swamp....yikes!
At the end of the walkway you ended up here .... at the Currituck Sound, a source of abundant wildlife...fowl and fish.
The Spring and Fall are my favorite times at the beach. Even though the water is cold, maybe even frigid, I have to dip my toes in the oncoming waves and run back on shore, laughing like a child. My heart fills with joy as I know there will always be another wave and a visit from the children and grand-children in June. I have a little surprise for them....a flip flop party and a treasure chest hunt in the sand. :)
And until then, I have put away the bunnies and filled a floor vase with all my collected shells. The beach has arrived at our house. :)
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