My body's in Maryland, but my mind is still at the beach.
The only planning for this trip involved where we’d stay and how we’d get there. We talked about a round of golf, parasailing, hang-gliding, visiting the Wright Brothers museum, or taking a boat ride with some dolphins. Of those, I only played 9 holes of golf. This is what happens when the weather is too nice to leave the house and the fact that the beach is at your doorstep.
Boardwalk cheesiness is not found at OBX.
With the beach there’s zero desire to get back in a car and drive to do something when you already have everything you need to relax. The beach was right there for our taking everyday and everynight. It beckoned, summoned, and bullied us to it with its clean beaches, warm water, and ample space for umbrellas and chairs. Unlike the