Whistle Down the Wind

The wind does not stop. It slows, changes direction, and then comes roaring right back. This is the singular truth of the outer banks: the wind.

The drive up from Oyster Point was enjoyably uneventful. The bus ran fine, the wind was even at our back most of the way, which pushes the gas mileage up to about 10 miles per gallon. With gas prices these days, you have to celebrate a tailwind.

The National Seashore campground at Oregon Inlet proved little more than a grassy field at the back edge of the dunes. There’s not much privacy, or protection from the wind, but the ocean is just a few steps away. Beyond our campsite a short walk brought you to the top of the dunes and down to the beach.

One thing wind gives you is ever changing weather. We had plenty of sunny days, not many warm enough for swimming, but good for playing on the beach at least.

The endless parade of clouds made for great sunsets as well. We took to walking up on the dunes every evening to watch the sunset.

Since we’ll be out here for over two months we went ahead and signed the kids up for more Jui Jitsu. We quickly settled into a little routine, work in the mornings, afternoon at the beach, Jui Jitsu in the evening, rinse and repeat. Two weeks can fly by that way.