|A Kitten in the foreground, a Cat in the background|
|Northeast view at Trunk Bay|
|Looking Northwest at Trunk Bay|
The Kitten and I continue to have a bit of a debate on vacations. Don't get me wrong--this is sublime. With the exception of the bugs at our house (a group of mosquitos feasted on my knee and thigh last night), I am having an amazing and relaxing time. But here's the catch--I really dislike driving to the beach. I hate the act of loading up a car, the preparation, the deliberateness of it all. Our place is situated on a beautiful bay, and we have access to it from a small beach. This is all I really need. The Kitten however, longs for the National Geographic quality beaches found 20 minutes away by Jeep. And so, we have twice piled into the Jeep for drives to the beach.
Which brings me back to the nature of the debate--I'm deep down inside an Outer Banks of NC man. I like a house on the beach or across the street from it, with a pool. If I want to go to the beach, I grab a chair, a towel and my umbrella and walk. Game over. I'm there, and I don't feel like I have to stay longer than I wish simply to gain return on the investment of lugging the gear across an island. Again--I don't wish to be ungrateful--where we are right now is wonderful and beautiful. But if I'm going to go to the beach? Give me Corolla NC anytime....