ANTICIPATION
OBX Won’t Tell Tall Tales
When we’re there, though, the sea speaks to us
Seen: I’m due for an extended leave from keeping the home fires burning. I’ll soon focus on the fiery sun rising over Mother Atlantic.
Heard: The “off-season,” as we veteran OBXers call it, is the best time to frolic in our home-away-from-home.
Noted: La Familia Nelson — an overflowing ensemble, or just a solo bueno voyage by yours truly to recharge to the sounds of the waves slapping the sand — has been road-tripping to the Outer Banks since 1988. Because we drove south on the country’s most crowded and sometimes confusing Interstate for decades, we called ourselves “The I-95 Road Warriors.” Still do.
Quoted: “My beach is low-stress; low on crowds; stock-full of memories. We’ve been coming here 35 summers straight — and in many other seasons in between.” I wrote that last summer. Still holds true. See you later — the OBX is calling.
