I’ll be honest; some days I can’t stop dreaming about getting off this little sandbar to see what else is out there in the 🌎. However, this past weekend our island did not disappoint; it reminded me of why I love to call the Outer Banks home.
We kicked off the long weekend watching Adam surf some seriously good swell, and I captured some sweet photos of him and his good buddy, Pete Erickson, shredding in Kitty Hawk. Yew🤘🏼
My go-to locally owned shop, Barree Station, had its Labor Day Anthropologie tent sale in Duck on Friday morning, where I literally had to drive a moving box of clothing over to the store to try on because there are always too many gems 🙈! Maggie, the owner, reminded me that I have been shopping at Barree since I was 14 when I landed my very first job at the ice cream store next door. Be sure to check it out next time you are in Duck at the Waterfront shops.
(Floral Dress by Tracy Reese)
Church of the Outer Banks was bringing it on Sunday morning, and I managed to get in a surf session before an afternoon birthday party where my boys became pirates and plundered all the cake and candy. ☠️
But then came Monday…and she was a GEM. We left early and boated over to the islands West of Oregon Inlet. We found a little uninhabited island that we had all to ourselves most of the day. It felt like we were the Swiss Family Robinson, except we did not have that crazy awesome tree house. We played with hermit crabs, caught a million blue crabs, collected oyster shell treasures, saw beautiful Egret, and Adam even caught a Trout for dinner.
To top it off, we were surrounded by a gorgeous pod of dolphin on the ride back to Pirate’s Cove.
This little sandbar and all its surrounding islands and sea life are pretty magical, and we are beyond blessed to call it home. Sometimes the next adventure is right in our very own back yard.✌🏼