A few weeks ago, we made our annual migration to Ocracoke for Friendsgiving. I walked over 100 miles that week. Seventy-eight miles in, after a day of strong winds followed by a day of rain followed by a day of calm, I found a large, colorful, slightly less elusive scotch bonnet--my second find in about ten Thanksgivings of searching:
And I thought, "my work here is done."
I walked another mile or two, and then I found this:
...and I thought, "Okay, maybe my work here isn't quite done."
Several miles later, at the NE end of the island, a gaggle of adultlets picked me up, with the plan of stopping off on the drive SW to see some elusive shipwreck remains--either the Steamboat Home (wrecked 1837) or the Nomis (wrecked 1935).
An excavation effort ensued...
...and was then filled back in for the next meanderers.
