Outer Banks, N.C.
This
was maybe my third or fourth trip to the Outer Banks of North Carolina. Doesn’t
matter, repeat trips to the Outer Banks are always different. It’s a long drive
but the interstate makes it very doable. The last 100 miles is four-lane, then
two-lane, then four-lane again until you cross the Roanoke Sound and enter the
banks just below Nags Head at a junction called Whalebone. This time the
weather was just plain hot. I remember one time when it was mild temperature
and gale winds. All I did was sweat, this time around.
This
is a famous strip of sand. Kill Devil Hill is to the left (north) about 10
miles. It’s just a big sand pile but I suppose you could say the trip from the
trip to the moon started here. Of course, Hatteras is known for the shipwrecks
that line the shore. I’d hate be blown off course and towards the Cape. It
would be a slow, wet death. Below Hatteras is Ocracoke Island accessible by a
free ferry. Below Ocracoke is Cape Lookout which is pretty much off limits to
most of us. You are on about the same latitude as the northern half of
Tennessee.
There
are two distinct birding districts in this part of North Carolina. One is the
Outer Banks themselves, of course. This ribbon of sand is fairly uniform for
its entire length. Seasonal changes create the diversity. The coast is, of
course, a major flyway so return birding trips are probably best done at
different seasons. We were on the bottom two-thirds of the Outer Banks and what
we saw was predictable and regular.