The Last Of The Vacation

I’m safely back in Ithaca and back at work. My accomplishments thus far are few, aside from the excitement of my advisor wanting to find the funds to bring both me and Stephanie along to the APS conference this November. This means, of course, needing a paper with results to present, but, also, it means I will very likely get a chance to see some of my former profs again in Salt Lake City.

Before I can get that work done, though, I feel the need to finish off my whole vacation story. On Saturday, we took a drive south to visit Ocracoke Island. On the way, we made a brief stop at Cape Hatteras to see the lighthouse there. It’s a 208 ft. brick lighthouse–the tallest of its kind in the U.S.–poised on the coast of Hatteras Island to warn ships at sea in the area known as the Graveyard of the Atlantic. In 1999, it was moved about 800 ft. from its original position to save the lighthouse from falling into the sea due to the shifting coastlines of the area.

Cape Hatteras Lighthouse

After that, we caught the ferry to Ocracoke Island. Actually, I was starving and had ducked into a shop to buy something to eat and had to chase my parents’ truck onto the ferry right before it left without me. Oh the excitement!

The island itself is mostly a National Seashore, with the exception of Ocracoke Village, which, though it exists mostly for tourists, is much less touristy than some of the northern islands. We walked around the harbor area a bit and poked around shops mostly. I had some fun taking pictures of people’s houses and yards.

Ocracoke Island Blossoms

More photos of Cape Hatteras and Ocracoke Island are in the gallery.

On Sunday I got up early and went down to the beach one more time to try flying my kite. The wind just wasn’t there, though; it was the stillest it had been in all my time on the island. I tried all the same, without any luck, and, on my third attempt, the kite crashed into the Atlantic. I had to wrestle the surf to keep from losing the kite altogether. Disappointed, salty, and extremely sweaty, I went back to the campsite and hosed the kite off. We packed up camp and hit the road. My family dropped me off at the Raleigh-Durham airport, and, little by little, I made my way home to Ithaca. I got back to the apartment just a few minutes after 11 p.m., cleaned myself up and unpacked, and went to bed.

So ends my 2007 vacation…

2 Responses to “The Last Of The Vacation”

  • I saw a thing on… Discovery, I think… about how they moved that lighthouse. (Or at least it was some lighthouse that was in danger of falling into the sea and looked remarkably like that one.) Kinda cool actually.

  • As far as I know they haven’t done the like for any other lighthouses, so this must’ve been the one you saw 😉

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