Our October 2007 excursion to the edge of North Carolina continues. We checked out of the cutest motel room ever in Topsail Beach, not quite sure of what to do next. We had already photographed all the lighthouses in the state. Our shots of Cape Lookout were dark and dreary, however, and leaving Topsail we were greeted by the above sky. Back to the tiny town with the hit-or-miss "ferry" service, and back to Cape Lookout went we.
On the island, in the shadow of Cape Lookout Lighthouse - same sky!
Awwww yeeeah...
A token shot from the old 35mm. Still gets the job done.
On Cape Lookout, all roads lead to the lighthouse. Not really. This one does, though.
View from the beach. Those black and white diamonds are significant, by the way. They are aligned north-south and east-west, as a navigational aid. Cool, non?
Dead trees, for Mom. I like 'em, too. They're like odd candelabras.
Cupola! It's WAY up there, too. Like 160 feet up there.
Despite making my poor old Cavalier run 85mph on the two-lane roads through the swamplands that made up the last 20 miles to the ferry, we missed the 3:00 boat to Ocracoke Island by about 60 seconds. First in line for the 6:00, here she sits, cooling off and waiting patiently. The extra three hours turned out to be a welcome break, and riding the ferry in the dark as thunderstorms flashed in the distance across the sound was amazing.
Our October 2007 excursion to the edge of North Carolina continues. We checked out of the cutest motel room ever in Topsail Beach, not quite sure of what to do next. We had already photographed all the lighthouses in the state. Our shots of Cape Lookout were dark and dreary, however, and leaving Topsail we were greeted by the above sky. Back to the tiny town with the hit-or-miss "ferry" service, and back to Cape Lookout went we.
On the island, in the shadow of Cape Lookout Lighthouse - same sky!
Awwww yeeeah...
A token shot from the old 35mm. Still gets the job done.
On Cape Lookout, all roads lead to the lighthouse. Not really. This one does, though.
View from the beach. Those black and white diamonds are significant, by the way. They are aligned north-south and east-west, as a navigational aid. Cool, non?
Dead trees, for Mom. I like 'em, too. They're like odd candelabras.
Cupola! It's WAY up there, too. Like 160 feet up there.
Despite making my poor old Cavalier run 85mph on the two-lane roads through the swamplands that made up the last 20 miles to the ferry, we missed the 3:00 boat to Ocracoke Island by about 60 seconds. First in line for the 6:00, here she sits, cooling off and waiting patiently. The extra three hours turned out to be a welcome break, and riding the ferry in the dark as thunderstorms flashed in the distance across the sound was amazing.
