The Outer Banks, NC are unlike any beach town you’ve ever been too. Several years ago when my son was still very young I had the good fortune of spending a week there and to this day it’s the most memorable vacation I’ve ever had. The night of our arrival a large storm front slammed into the coast and shook the windows of our beach house with such force that I was sure they would shatter. I sat up all night feeling the floor sway under my feet as the stilts holding us up above the sand gave way little by little to the wind.
The following morning we made our way to the beach and what we found was a wall of foam, waist-high – a testament to the power of the storm. In its wake were thousands of sand dollars and starfish scatter along the shore for miles in every direction. We spent the rest of that afternoon throwing as many as possible back into the water.
In the evenings we’d wait in anticipation for the dolphins to come in to feed, impossibly close to shore, darting through the waves just before they broke at our feet. In Corolla, we found our way to a secluded beach and watched as wild horses fed on sea oats and walked freely through the shallow waves – a scene so beautiful I count myself lucky to have seen it in person.
I was reading through some posts this afternoon and came across a photo gallery of the barrier islands taken by Elaine Palladino for Style Me Pretty; it instantly reminded me how much I want to go back. There’s something magical about this place – if you ever have the chance to go, you should.