"One Day at a Time, 2015” ….. Waves, North Carolina …..(November 10 - November 16) ..... Travel Day/Set Up

November 10 - 272 Google Miles - 4 hours, 40 minutes

Yesterday when Tom and Sharon were here, it rained, and rained, and rained. It rained all night. We were happy to be leaving! It was damp and miserable and their is an odor that permeates your being ... I asked Tom what it was and he said "rotting leaves." Ugh! Just like moldy, musty, mildew smell except with earthen thrown in.

We set the alarm for 6 a.m. because we knew we had a longer trip than we were used to, and we weren't sure of what the roads were like. We were on the road by 8:11, stopped for fuel at 10:30, PB & J at the North Carolina Visitor Center around 12:15 and by 3 p.m., we were at Camp Hatteras - set up, all the windows open letting the warm breezes in to air out the RV. My dinner consisted of a hard-boiled egg, a cucumber, some crackers and my fruited Greek yogurt left over from breakfast. Bruce enjoyed soup and an egg followed with a granola bar!

After we ate, I hustled down to the beach to walk and walk and look for pretty shells.

Perfection!

Probably where I belong on certain days -- Cuckoo!

We were stopped at a light and I was trying to read these yellow signs. I believe they were put there by the Patrick Henry Tea Party

Zoey has taken to riding up front with me. We share the seat! I read the map, she sleeps!

Before going through the tunnel, we had to pull into the inspection station because of our propane. They asked if the propane was turned off (closed), Bruce said, "yes," and on we went.

We're getting closer!

To me, this is a strange name for a town so I tried to find out how it got its name. Kill Devil Hill - "One of the most popular questions visitors ask is how the name Kill Devil Hills came about. Several versions of the story circulate on the Outer Banks. One legend suggests the pirates who once called these shores home are to blame. Apparently, one night while taking a "shore leave", a surly lot of buccaneers were sitting amongst the sand dunes that towered over the landscape, drinking moonshine that was "strong enough to kill the devil." Another version holds that in the 1700's William Byrd of Virginia, apparently no admirer of the Carolinas, wrote that "most of the rum they get in the country comes from New England, and is so bad and unwholesome that it is not improperly called "Kill Devil." Other lore suggests the town received its moniker from an old brand of rum that washed ashore at the dunes here, the only surviving cargo from a nameless shipwreck."

Bodie Island Lighthouse
taken through screen on door

Oh my goodness! Didn't expect to see this! One local told me that they now park the excavators right by the side of the road because it's a constant battle with Mother Nature.