North Carolina’s Outer Banks Day Trip

Outer Bank’s Day trip

For a new adventure, you should try an Outer Banks day trip to Cape Hatteras. The drive from Nags Head to Cape Hatteras along North Carolina’s Outer Banks is a great way to spend a day and see some stunning scenery and get a feel for the isolation of Cape Hatteras from the mainland. We started our trip on Roanoke Island with a cup of coffee at Front Porch Coffee. With caffeine in my system, we headed for NC Hwy 12.

The name Virginia Dare vaguely meant something to me as I saw the Virginia Dare Bridge headed back east towards Nags Head from Roanoke Island. I found a lot of interesting information looking further into the history of Virginia Dare. You can find a great summary here at the Outer Banks website. I’d also recommend another day trip to the Fort Raleigh National Historic Site on the north side of Roanoke Island.

NC Route 12 South

As you come to the split in the road at US64/US158, head south on NC Hwy 12, the Cape Hatteras National Park Road. This road continues south all the way to Cape Hatteras and beyond. Note your mileage as you start on the Park Road. Along the way, you’ll pass through a variety of coastal terrain and environments and have plenty of interesting stopping opportunities. Right now, I think the Herbert Bonner Bridge makes a great first point of interest.

Herbert Bonner Bridge

The Herbert Bonner Bridge, about 8½ miles down the road, is currently being reconstructed. Actually, a new bridge is being built parallel and to the west of the current bridge. This is a great teaching opportunity for younger kids as they can see the many different phases of construction.
Herbert Bonner Bridge construction
Even as an adult, I found the effort amazing. The one downside is that you only get a chance to really see the work when you’re stopped in traffic (single line of alternating traffic across the approximate 2.8-mile span). The construction should be complete in November 2018 followed by the demolition of the existing bridge. This $246 million effort is a truly amazing site when you take the time to digest the scope, complexity, and scale of the work underway.

At the end of the bridge you’re on Pea Island; don’t ask me where the name came from, I have no idea. As you continue south on NC 12 you pass miles of sand dunes to the east which block the view of the ocean, but on their own they’re amazing. As you get to the towns of Waves and Salvo, you’re close to a great place to stop and stretch your legs.

Clarks Bay

Clarks Bay picnic tableAbout 29 miles down the Park Road and just outside the town of Salvo watch for a sign for the Salvo Day Use Area off to your right side. While not very glamorous, all the way at the north end you’ll find restrooms and not too far away, some weather-beaten picnic tables at a beach. We found this a great place to stop, stretch our legs and explore the sand along Clarks Bay. After you’ve got your energy back up, it’s time for the day trip to continue as you explore the sand dunes.

Beach Access Roads

As you continue south on the Park Road there are beach access roads every several miles that give you a chance to explore the sand dunes and get a view of the Atlantic Ocean. The first one is about a mile past the Salvo Day Use Area on the left – the ocean side. There’s a parking area with a boardwalk to the dunes, or you can chance a venture down the side road. A word of caution – heed the warning signs as the road turned suddenly into tire sucking sand…not recommended unless you have 4 wheel drive.

The walk to the beach is less than 800 feet and you’ll hear the roar of the waves as you get nearer. The day we were there, the wind was from the east. Up until we reached the crest of the dunes, it was not too windy and it was warm. As we walked through a gap in the dunes the intensity of the wind quickly increased and our experience transitioned into a wild and beautiful combination of wind, sand, and waves. The magnitude of difference from the relatively placid Clarks Bay on the west side to the Atlantic Ocen is stunning. You have to experience it.

Over the next 10 miles, there are several more access roads, each with different experiences. At one point the width of the island is less than 800 feet and along the entire road, sane is everywhere. There’s also a stretch of protected areas where you can’t enter; just watch for the signs.

Lighthouse – Mile 47

The Cape Hatteras Lighthouse is near the end of the road at… you guessed it – Cape Hatteras. This is a small community with rental property and camping out at the edge of the ocean and miles from the continental United States. The isolation is sobering when you consider it.

The Cape Hatteras Light Station, as it’s officially known, is part of the Cape Hatteras National Seashore. There are ample parking spots and a nice visitor’s center. The station was manned from 1803 until 1935 and served to warn ships of the dangerous navigational challenges of the area. It also served as a reference point for navigation. The lightkeepers were responsible for the operation of the light which included raising large weights every 2-3 hours which provided the mechanical power to precisely rotate the light. There’s an array of stones set outside the visitor’s center, the carved names of the lightkeepers recognize their service.

More to come…

Technology… huh?

Six words I’ve heard a lot these past several days are “No Grandpa, let me show you.” And here I thought that as Baby Boomers we knew more than a four-year-old.

Unspecting Baby Boomers

Julie and I are watching our ‘almost two’ and ‘almost five’-year-old grandkids while their parents take a well-earned vacation. Amongst the walks, playgrounds and library visits, “The Sound of Music” is available “on the blue ray player”. (I never had a blue ray player) Naive me was thinking that a ‘blue ray’ was like a VCR… no problem I told myself.

What the heck is a PS4?

It turns out that the ‘blue ray’ is actually a PS4 machine – a play station four. Whoever invented this darn contraption must have intended it as a torture device for Baby Boomers. First off, there are only two buttons on the box itself. I stared at it in disbelief until one of the grandkids uttered a version of that annoying phrase… “I got it, Grandpa” and magically, the box came to life. Now, how to start it playing the movie…

As I sat there staring at the PS-box, muttering to myself and pushing the non-power button I hear another version of – “That’s not what you do. Here, Grandpa, let me show you…”. With that, the almost-five-year-old picks up something that looks like a cross between a palm sander and a flight control for a spaceship and tells me to “just use the menu’. Like the box, this thing has no labels, just a bunch of ridiculous symbols. Some of the buttons have no labels at all. Another Baby Boomer torture device.

How does she do that?

In seconds, this ‘almost five-year-old’ flew through menus and has skipped ahead to the part that she wanted to watch. When I asked her how she knew to press ‘those buttons’, she gives me a confused look and says, “That’s just what you do, Grandpa.” Defensively, I tell her that I understand technology, but I’ve never used a PS-thing before. In what I swear sounded like a patronizing tone she tells me, “I know. It’s okay, Grandpa”. “No,” I say with a more defensive tone, “I worked with computers for over thirty years… I even wrote database interfaces in C…”. She patted me on the knee and asked if we could just watch the movie now.

I really do understand technology… really. I retired because I could, not because I got too old for the technology. Really.

Washington, DC Snow

We headed south to escape the cold and snow of Western NY. For our troubles we landed in the middle of the worst snow storm of the season in Washington, DC.

Our futile attempt to escape the snow of Western NY
DC Snow

Now, I have to say that this ‘worst storm of the winter‘ was nothing by Western NY standards, but it virtually closed down the District of Columbia. It seems that they have few plows here; the schools were all closed and the Federal government was shut down. Traffic on the roads was pretty light, so getting from our hotel to Monica’s home was relatively easy and having a snow day with the Grandkids was great.

On the other hand, snow on the first day of spring was not in my imagined version of our first week of retirement. It’s disturbing that my fantasy world of retirement is already crumbling on day-four. I’m hoping that clear skies are ahead!

Step Three – Hit the road

Yesterday we hit the road. Based on our experience trying to get out the driveway I have a few tips for the rest of you. First, think back to Step One (Move out of your house) and make sure you got rid of absolutely everything you could have.

We were loading the car up on Sunday, I’d already packed the car absolutely to the gills. Since there was definitely no more room, I walked back into the house. Julie was standing in her Mom’s dining room, arms crossed, surrounded by stacks of “stuff” on the floor. She announced, in a serious voice, “This is all that we have left to load…”

Step Three-A – Unload the car and start over.

Half the “stuff” we planned to take came back into the house since something had to give. We then started the process of again loading up the car, this time with a re-prioritized focus. Eventually, we managed to close the trunk and squeeze the doors to the back seat shut. For about the 50th time in the last six months, we asked ourselves, ‘where did all this stuff come from?’

Sunday night was the end of the first leg of our road trip and we’d made it 75 miles to our son’s house outside Rochester, NY. Those 75 miles sure seem like a pretty good start, as a result, we’re feeling very positive about our progress thus far. Let’s see what comes next.

Step Two – Leave your job

I woke up this morning with the same thoughts I’ve had for several weeks now – “What the heck are we thinking?!!”

  • We’ve already rented out the house and moved in with my Mother-in-Law
  • Today we both retire from our jobs

We’ve been saving for decades to get to this day, but something a friend of our’s (John Brewer) once said is stuck in my head. He once told us the transition from ‘working and saving’ to ‘retired and spending’ those savings is a tough one. Working to get past that hurdle is my first goal.

As things have it, today we each retired.  Both Julie and I have been fortunate to have great careers. We each count many of our coworkers among our friends – Julie at Citi Bank and me at M&T Bank. The various retirement gatherings this past week have been bittersweet celebrations as we’ve also said goodbye to many friends that we’ll only see infrequently as we move forward with our travel plans.

This evening and tomorrow we’re packing.  Sunday we’re striking out.  Our first major stop is Georgetown, DC and babysitting the grandkids.  We can’t wait.