I was lucky enough to get to the Outer Banks of North Carolina for the first time since 2009. This stretch of sand is probably my favorite places on earth. As soon as my tires hit the bridge heading over Currituck Sound on Rt 168 it feels like I’m pulling into the driveway of my childhood home. A weight is lifted off my shoulders and I have no worries until I get back to the mainland.
The weather was not great, but it was wonderful to be there for two days. Hanging out with old friends, fishing on the pier, relaxing on the beach and enjoying some good food. I already can’t wait to get back. I just need to make sure it is not another seven years.