Epic storms rolled through our nights on Wednesday and Thursday, complete with torrential rain, thunder, lightning, and winds gusting over 30 miles per hour. One night, a campground employee even handed us a printed hazardous weather warning from the National Weather Service—because nothing says relaxing beach trip like an official piece of paper telling you to prepare for possible doom.
I’ll admit, I was nervous. But not Gary—my fearless husband. He barely blinked. Meanwhile, I was white-knuckling the RV window shade. We didn’t lose power, but the RV was definitely rocking—and not from anything romantic. Well… maybe a little romantic, if you’re the type to find the atmosphere of an English moor appealing. Think Heathcliff and what’s-her-name, minus the gothic manor.
On our last full day in OBX, we couldn’t resist a final dip in that vast, invigorating Atlantic Ocean. The waters were cool—a salty reminder of the storms the night before. As I stood in the shallows, watching Gary swim boldly farther out to sea, I hesitated. Then I noticed a few dark, fin-like shapes gliding through the current. Curious and slightly panicked, I asked a nearby couple what they thought. Their casual reply:
“It’s either a shark or some stingrays.”
Time to pack it in!
That evening, we wrapped up our Outer Banks adventure with a delicious dinner at Mulligan’s, joined by my amazing cousin Karen, her lovely mom Irene (who lives in Duck), and Karen’s hilariously adorable young kids. We laughed, we ate, we soaked up every last moment before saying our goodbyes.
We’re already looking forward to seeing them again at my sister’s lake house in Virginia for the Fourth of July—our next stop on this journey we’ve begun to call the Light Brigade Tour.