There are few places in this world I love as much as Ocracoke, and island off the coast of North Carolina that feels like the end of the earth. I grew up on Roanoke Island two and a half hours away; and my parents bought a cottage there when I was in college 20 years ago. Ocracoke is largely park service land so much of it has remained undeveloped. Within the last ten years (since have having children and moving up north) have I really grown to love it. It is a place where me and my boys and my extended family can gather, go to the beach, go out on the boat to dig for clams or fish, cook together, eat together, and play cards and games. Both my boys have learned to ride a bike there. This year we took a trip in April. It rained half the time and was a little chilly but Ocraoke still worked it magic. We all left renewed and more in love with life, nature and one another.
Posts
