Showing posts with label Outer Banks (OBX). Show all posts
Showing posts with label Outer Banks (OBX). Show all posts

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

Cape Hatteras Is. Lighthouse + Hurricane Irene + Beach pix

The Cape Hatteras lighthouse is the tallest on the East Coast, and famous for it's classic white and black lines.  It is on Hatteras Island-- one of the islands that make up the Outer Banks of North Carolina.  The main island, Nags Head, is where most of the resorts and nightlife are, so we drove the 1.5 hours from there down all the other islands on a major tour of the area.


(I love this one!)




(I happen to love this picture of Ben)



On our drive back we had to take some pictures to document the destruction from Hurricane Irene. 
We heard that Irene didn't hard OBX as much as we'd feared, but we were wrong.  It did not hurt Nags Head, but it did get stuck around the other islands.  

We saw houses with wood siding torn off, sidewalks and step bridges collapsed, and water parks and mini golf courses that had to be shut down.  

People have been cleaning out their flooded homes for the last two months, and so much debris still remains at the sides of the road that trucks can't pick it all up quick enough.  We even drove past two makeshift trash dumps. 

Sad. 






Goodbye, Outer Banks.... 







I can't wait to dig my toes in that amazing sand again next year!

The Wright Bros. Monument

You knew the Wright Brothers took their first flight in Kill Devil Hills, N.C., right?


Even though they were born and raised in Ohio?


(The brothers developed their flight theories and prototypes in Ohio.  When they were 
ready to test their aircraft they decided they needed a location that fit 3 requirements: 1) Soft place to land 2) Good wind speeds, 3) No trees or visual obstructions. They wrote to the US Weather... Place... for the top 5 windiest cities, and Kill Devil Hills, N.C. was the only city that fit all their specs.)

Their first flight in their self-designed motorized aircraft was on December 17, 1903.  

You may not realize, though, that their next obsession was developing a glider plane: a flying craft without a motor.  They developed one of those, then returned to Kill Devil Hills for their demo.  The brothers and four local volunteers carried the craft to the top of a hill and pushed it off, resulting in the first soaring flight in history: 9 min. and 45 sec. long. 

And so a tradition of American Soaring was born.  

The inaugural flight took place on October 24, 1911; 
100 years ago from the date we happened to be in town. 

Boy, people really like to celebrate these centennials! 


The grounds of the first flight and first soar have been made into a wonderful monument to the inventors.  
Included is a life-size statue of the motorized plane and the local men who volunteered to see it off.



Also included is a giant monument on the hill where the first soar took place.  
(There are even placards on the grass of the hill asking patrons to stick to the sidewalk to preserve the "historic" hill.)











The strip of field where the first flight took place includes small monuments at each of the four flights' landing spots
(The brothers flipped a coin to see who would fly first.  Orville flew for a few seconds then came down.  Wilbur's turn.  Orville's turn.  Then the wind picked up and their fourth flight of the day was in the air for over a minute! Thus four successful flights in one day. The brothers were excited to celebrate after the length of the fourth flight and left the place unattended.  A gust of wind came by and destroyed the place a moment later. Hahahaha....)


Because this was the centennial weekend of the first soaring flight, many soaring enthusiasts from around the country (they have clubs and everything) came to town to fly (soar) their own planes on the grounds of the first soar. 




It was a really fortuitous weekend to be there! It was really educational and interesting.  
Plus, we loved talking to the professional pilots and seeing them fly and land their planes up-close.
And the exhibits were really great, too!

Lucky things just happen to us.



*Side note....*

October's Visiting Teaching message was on how every righteous woman can be a huge influence to the people around her.  That reminded me a lot of the Wright Brother's mom and sister. 
The brothers questioned human flight after receiving a toy kite from their dad as children.  They were obsessed ever since with many different scientific experiments and inventions, ultimately leading to the first powered aircraft.  They were home schooled by their college-educated mother, and constantly encouraged by her to continue their experiments.
They routinely caused messes and headaches inside and outside, but their mom always encouraged them to keep going, even when they wanted to give up.
After their mother's death their sister took over as caregiver in the house and continued their mother's example-- always encouraging her brothers to push themselves harder and realize their dreams. 
After learning about the Brother's history, Ben and I discussed how opportunity, place, and timing are paramount to the world's greatest minds and inventions. We agreed that the Brothers would probably not have achieved what they had without the education, opportunity, and encouragement from their mother and sister. 




Monday, October 31, 2011

Sandboarding! The new craze.

If you didn't know from the handy list on your right, Ben and I like a little adventure.  A little out-of-the-ordinary.  A little danger.  A little fun.  Well, mostly Ben... but I'm adjusting ;)

OBX is the proud landmark of the largest natural sand dunes on the East Coast.  Visiting the large collection of sand dunes (currently 5) at Jockey's Ridge was my favorite thing to do every summer, and the #1 thing I prepared Ben for.  Growing up our family brought an expensive kite (or bought one at the fancy pants Kitty Hawk Kites toy store across the street) to fly from the top of the dunes every year.  Ben and I didn't have one, and, at 25, simply walking up and down just isn't good enough.

Buying skim boards at 50% off to sandboard down the dunes was my idea.








Unfortunately, the sand + wooden skim boards had more of a sand paper effect than a smoothing effect.
Ben ultimately decided it wasn't fun if you "went slower than a snails pace", so I was left to sandboard alone. (I still thought it was fun... besides, I'd never promised we would go any faster than snails.)


He found other ways to occupy himself.
What a giant 4-year-old.










Yep.  5 or 25... it's still my favorite place at the beach.

Sunday, October 30, 2011

Sunrise at OBX with Ben and Eleanor

Last Thursday Ben came home from work and suggested we go to the beach for the weekend.  He has heard a lot about the Outer Banks, I grew up going there, and we have been meaning to go since we moved to N.C.  I told him we should wait until the fall to beat the tourists, and, after all that has happened, we found ourselves too busy to go.  Going last weekend seemed impulsive, but perfect.

We got into the OBX on Friday night.  We checked into our hotel on the beach, then strolled the shoreline for a night of stargazing.  We decided to come back the next morning for the sunrise.

These pictures tell our story.














It was wonderful to be back in a childhood memory with the man I love, but I constantly thought about our little girl.  It meant a lot to me to write her name in the sand at sunrise-- I never told Ben that that had been a goal of mine since we lost her.  Seeing the tide roll over the letters I wrote so lovingly was dangerously therapeutic.  I love her so much, and I know that, though water may destroy something we love, it also washes the sand clean.  

I think Eleanor would have liked the beach.