I just couldn’t help it.
I saw the lighthouse and I just had to stop for the night. I have the NPS campground here almost all to myself, and I can sit at my picnic table in the dark, watch the light wink as it turns around and around, and recall past visits to this amazing place dating back 35 years. Is this the last time I will ever be here? So many important memories to call to mind, so many days that were about as perfect as days can get.
I’ll get up in the morning, pack the bike, say goodbye to the lighthouse as I ride by (just in case), stop to eat breakfast (biscuits with sausage gravy) at the Diamond Shoals restaurant, and head for the ferry landing at Hatteras and the village of Ocracoke.
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Ahh, Diamond Shoals restaurant. I still have my T-shirt from our dinner there on our last trip through. Special memories, indeed! I so wish I was there with you! Love you so much!
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