“The cure for anything is salt water – sweat, tears or the sea.” ~Isak Dinesen
It is hard to believe that our time here on the Outer Banks is over, but come tomorrow morning, we will be hitting the road. The last couple of days have been spent cleaning things up and getting ready to roll. The house is clean, bikes are loaded, laundry is done, Waldo is washed. A few things will need to be stowed in the morning, but we are pretty much ready to go, and tomorrow night we will be sleeping in Maryland.
Living alongside the ocean has been truly amazing. I quickly learned that she has as many moods as the rest of us. Sunny days found her happy, waves crashing playfully upon the shore. Other days she was meditative, hardly a wave to speak of. She apparently did not like the wind any more than I did, because on the days where the wind was the strongest, she appeared very angry, waves roaring as far out as the eye could see. But no matter what her mood seemed to be, she was always beautiful.
I am going to miss my morning beach walks with Charbie. And hunting for seashells. And watching the kids run wildly in the waves. Sand in my shoes, daily conversations with the ocean, countless pelicans flying overhead and the beautiful sound of waves crashing upon the shore.
I will not, however, miss the wind that has been sand blasting Waldo for the last few months. (I don’t think he is going to miss it either.) Even with the unbearable wind, though, our time here has been exceptional, and we are taking with us countless unforgettable memories. And perhaps a seashell or two.
Something about leaving the ocean feels like leaving behind an old friend. But she will always be there, waiting patiently, no matter how long it takes us to return. And when we finally make our way back, we will pick up right where we left off. Just like the best of friends…
“Seashells are love letters in the sand.”
I am trying not to bore you too much with all the beach pictures, but we will be leaving soon and I feel the need to soak it up as much as possible. This has been one of the most relaxing and enjoyable places we have had the privilege of visiting.
Charbie and I head out together almost every morning in search of sunshine, shells, exercise and a daily conversation with the big blue ocean. I am not much of a morning person, but I have experienced some breathtakingly beautiful mornings out on the beach. This morning was one of those special days where I felt as if I were in the right place at the right time, and even the dreary, rainy afternoon could not take away from my picture perfect morning on the beach.
I took this picture on Sunday with the intention of using it for my Sunday Snapshot, but I forgot to post it on Sunday. So here it is Monday, and I am wanting to share my Sunday Snapshot, only now it is a taken-on-Sunday-posted-on-Monday Snapshot. Unfortunately, Monday Snapshot does not sound nearly as smooth as Sunday Snapshot, so I am going to call it my Monday Mapshot, just because I can.
And may this serve as my reminder to pay attention to what day of the week it is so that I can avoid this confusion in the future…
…the sea, once it casts its spell, holds one in its net of wonders forever. ~ Jacques-Yves Cousteau