


Located on Hatteras Island, one of the thin barrier islands that form North Carolina’s Outer Banks, Pea Island National Wildlife Refuge is a vital rest stop for more than 250 species of migratory birds flying to and from the Arctic. Thirteen miles of ocean beach provide nesting grounds for endangered sea turtles and shorebirds, and also attract about 2.5 million human visitors each year.

And then after driving, and driving, and driving, seeing nothing but sand, sand, and more sand, with the occasional little "village"....you get to the ferry that takes you over to Ocracoke Island. You wait in line until the next ones runs, usually about once an hour, 6am - midnight.
So of course, I have to tell you about Jeff and how he decided to be "funny". Did you know national security has no sense of humor? Well, I would have guessed that, but oh no, not Jeff. He had to find out.
So...we're waiting in line for the next ferry. And it's HOT. Sweltering heat and humidity...you know the kind where no one is happy, even if you live there and work in it everyday. And along comes Security to ask us the nature of our "business" for visiting Ocracoke Island. As if my sun visor, shorts, and "big-owl" sunglasses, & camera in my hand doesn't give him a clue. ;) I expect Jeff to say "we're visiting"..."we're tourists"...something along that line. And the man contines with "what do you have in the back of your trailer?" But what does Jeff answer? OH NOOOOOOO.....he says "Osama bin Laden". I almost dropped my camera AND water bottle! The guy had NO sense of humor and of course, FINALLY, Jeff says, "Oh, I'm just kidding...we have our power chairs/mobility scooters". The guy takes down his license plate number and heads back into the building. Oh great. So much for vacation, I guess I'd better start thinking about who can come bail us out of jail. Finally the man reappears and asks for Jeff's name (I'm assuming to check with the records he just run) and Jeff tells him and adds, "The trailer is open, you're welcome to look if you like". Well, the man made the mistake of saying, "No, I think you have an honest face". . I told Jeff to shut up and drive.
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Ocracoke Island is one of many narrow, sandy islands marking the outer edge of North Carolina’s continental shelf. These barrier islands form at the edge of the Atlantic Ocean, and they shift with the changes bought by the wind and water moving around them.
We get to the village of Ocracoke and there are suddenly bikes and golf carts everywhere!! People pedal or scoot everywhere in the village and I even saw a golf cart with a TAXI sign on top. How cute. We knew this would be the perfect place to scooter awhile.
Restaurants everywhere!
We ate at Pony Island Restaurant and of course, Sheri had their crab cakes.
Found a boat WE might even be able to afford...can't see it in the dark?? Let me add some flash for you....
ha, what a hoot!
Ferry heading back to Hatteras.
