Friday night we arrived on Ocracoke, a small island at the southern tip of the Outerbanks. The only way to reach the island is by ferry, private boat or private plane, so the area is quite remote. 
It was the July 4th weekend, but when we arrived to spend the day at the beach on Saturday morning, we were just about the only ones around. The water was tepid, the sand was powdery white, the waves were the perfect intensity and the sun was comfortably warm. This was the beach for me. We spent the day boogie boarding, collecting shells, building sand castles and jumping the waves. The day was such fun, we dreamed about renting a beach house for a week next summer.
When the kids had had enough sand and sun, we gave away our sand toys and boogie boards to a cute family of boys, which seemed like such an abrupt way to end a great trip to the beach. We found lunch in the funky Ocracoke Village which was full of cold Popsicle stands, sandwich shacks, and a few stores that looked as if they were left over from the 60's, selling tie dye skirts and long strands of beads. We ate Carolina barbecue sandwiches for dinner at one of the few sit down restaurants in town, served by a surfer with dreadlocks who helped us in a hurry so that we could make the ferry to the main land. We boarded the ferry, a little sad that we hadn't had more time to explore this island, but felt so fortunate to have discovered it. As the ferry pulled out we took a few last photos of this small strip of land with its funny shops, beautiful beaches and the lighthouse that marks it's little spot out in the Atlantic.
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