1980 … DRIFTWOOD from the OUTER BANKS
My husband, our three children and I moved to North Carolina in July of 1978. We had survived a very rocky financial crisis in New York and we were starting a new life in the South.
By December of 1980 we had recouped enough to be able to think of a small vacation and we opted for a trip to the 200 mile-long string of narrow barrier islands off the coast of North Carolina known as the Outer Banks.
We stayed in Nags Head that first night and then headed south on the narrow road that snakes through the Outer Banks. We thoroughly enjoyed our drive but it was a little scary to say the least. There were many areas where the water was as close as 15 feet from the road on BOTH sides at the same time. It was Inlet water on the right and the Atlantic Ocean on the left!
At one point we spied a big piece of driftwood and Dick had to have it. He struggled it back to the blazer and we spent the rest of our vacation with half of it sticking out the back window.
Almost as soon as we got home Dick mounted his prized “driftwood whale” on the side of our house. Now it is 29 years later and I am reminded of that trip every time I come in the back door.