Blogging Roller

We spent the first week of September 2001 at Ocracoke, one of the North Carolina barrier islands. Ocracoke is a three hour ferry-boat ride from the coast and the town of Ocracoke is tiny, so it feels so remote, disconnected, and isolated from the problems of the rest of the world. At the crack of dawn each morning, I would go out for a run. When I returned, I would take one or both of the boys out for a walk down the road, past the cute little light house, past the pelicans, and down to the little harbour, known as Silver Lake. One morning we found a bunch of kitties in the woods by the road, one morning we walked to the other side of town for breakfast, and every morning we saw a beautiful sunrise. This is what I would prefer to remember about September 2001.