After coming back from the Outer Banks just this past Tuesday, I was invited back for the holiday weekend. With my bag barely unpacked, and thinking Dorian was just the name of a Disney character, I made my way back to Cape Hatteras.
The highlight of this beauty of a weekend was the day spent on Cape Point. If looking at a map of North Carolina, the most eastern spot is a sliver of sandy real estate jutting into the Atlantic. It’s only reachable by four wheel drive. It’s also a prime surf fishing location.
On this busy and beautiful holiday, FWDs line up, hubcaps almost touching, to stake a claim to cast into their little piece of ocean for the day.
For non-fishing folks, beachcombers can find shell remnants that are 10 times the size seen at most beaches.
There are also plenty of photo ops, from pretty fat seagulls to that pretty tall, pretty old beacon of light about 1/4 mile to the west.
Watching fisherpeople of all ages take on the task of baiting then waiting is an essay in itself.
Sometimes the fisherman wins. Usually the fish does.
As the day winds down and the sun starts setting, the gear gets packed up and trucks one by one pull out.
Dorian is out there, now a Cat 5 hurricane, and like ones that’ve come before, it will either strike or skirt this place where sand meets sea. The hurricane may change it, but it will still remain.
There’s something to learn from that.