Outer Banks, Ferries, and Good Eats (Day 2)

Although the wind was strong enough to blow some small branches down, I had a nice dry night. I headed into Washington and then east toward the Outer Banks, to see how far I could get before church time. It was interesting to discover that Washington, NC was the first city to be named for George Washington. It was close to 9:30 by the time I got to Swanquarter, so I started looking for churches. No one was at the Baptist church yet and there was only one car so far at the Christian church. So I killed a little time looking around the waterfront and watching the ferry come in. By this point, a couple more cars had shown up at the Christian church, so I decided to give it a try.



After a good "whole church" Sunday school class, the people started pouring in. By God's grace, I just happened to be there on the day of their once a year homecoming/reunion service. So the church of maybe 20 or so mostly elderly members filled up with about 100 people. It was an interesting and enjoyable worship service, with the pastor holding firmly to the Word in spite of the discouraging size of the church. I was surprised to find out that this "Christian" church is actually associated with the Churches of Christ, and yet that they also included some wonderful non-acappello bluegrass for special music. The group is called the Believers Trio, although only two were present. Since it was homecoming day, of course I was encouraged to stick around for dinner on the grounds. It was nice not only to get bunches of wonderful free food, but also to get to know some folks. In particular, I talked a good bit with "J.D.". He was one of the out of town visitors who comes every year to homecoming at the church through his wife's connection. He told me he's active in a Missionary Baptist church, and that his initials stand for "Junk Dealer". It never ceases to amaze me how God has so often provided these opportunities since I decided to trust Him that I could travel without eating out at restaurants on Sunday.

I still had a long drive to get to the Outer Banks. I stopped briefly at Mattamuskeet National Wildlife Refuge along the way. After many miles of flat and fairly monotonous driving, I was surprised to see a sign for "Stumpy Point Ferry". Not only was I not aware of any ferry in the area, I like the name too! I drove down to look and was stopped by a gate that said "State property. No trespassing." That left me scratching my head a bit, but I resolved to figure it out once I got access to the all-knowing Google. What I discovered is that there is an emergency evacuation ferry between Rodanthe and Stumpy Point to help with getting people off the Outer Banks before a hurricane.

Finally, I got out to Nags Head and exposure to the misty winds of an early nor'easter. The waves on the open Atlantic were pretty impressive and frothy at
Coquina Beach. Of course, I had to think about whether they would be passable by kayak. There seemed to be gaps where it would be possible to get out without being pummeled by a ten foot breaker, but it's always really hard to judge waves from a distance. I also made a sidetrip over to see the Bodie Island Lighthouse. Going further south into Pea Island National Wildlife Refuge, I reluctantly decided to turn back. Even at low tide there was still water over the road in many places. Not knowing how deep or salty the water would get and remembering that I was in a little tiny Rio rental car, I opted for the responsible backtrack to the north.





The north side of Nags Head was a lot more commercial/residential/touristy. The Wright Brothers Memorial at Kitty Hawk was closed up by the time I got there, but I did get to go into Jockey Ridge State Park for a look. They claim it's the highest sand dunes in the eastern U.S. and a popular place for hanggliding. I don't think anybody was hanggliding today, but it's definitely a mighty big pile of sand. I took a few pictures and then headed on up to Norfolk.

The temperature was in the low 40s, with a wet wind chill, for most of the afternoon. But the only thing to dampen my spirits heading up to my motel was a sign shortly after crossing the Virginia line. "Last exit before toll road". What?! I had been down this way several years ago and did not remember there being a toll road. I quickly turned off and started trying to figure out what to do. Of course I couldn't find a decent place to pull over and look over my map (which didn't show a toll road anyway). I found where the "Business" version of the road was and continued blindly northward, wondering if it would disappear or change names or eventually push me onto the toll road anyway. When I came to a confusing intersection, I angled back toward the highway, discovered that it was now toll-free, and resumed my journey to Motel 6. Actually, I still managed to miss an exit before settling into my home away from home and gradually shifting mental gears to think of the next day's conference.