Back in 2008, before I set off for grad school in Philadelphia, I went with the boyfriend’s family to the Outer Banks in North Carolina.  The Outer Banks are a series of islands off the coast of North Carolina in the Atlantic Ocean.  They have a history of tourism, innovation (the Wright brothers flew their first planes on Kitty Hawk), and linguistic uniqueness (see an example of the Carolina “brogue” or “Hoi Toide” dialect here).  We stayed on  Cape Hatteras, the Southern-most island, in a cute house on the beach which nonetheless had a jacuzzi, which was pretty awesome.

I don’t have a ton of pictures from that trip, as a lot of it was spent lazily hanging on the beach, but I thought I’d share a few.  This first one is from us crossing the bridge over the sound to get to the Outer Banks:

It was incredibly lush as well, although there weren’t a ton of trees around where we were staying.

Next, no trip to the Outer Banks would be complete without some steamed crabs.  They were pretty delicious…  This is the before picture, you do not want to see the aftermath.

And finally, a beautiful sunset in the Outer Banks to mark the end of this post.

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