Traversing the Island
For over 40 years, my family has been going to Ocean Isle Beach, North Carolina. Last week, for the first time, I traversed its length.
My goal, since my hip surgeries, had been to walk to the east end of the island where the beachfront road gives way from 1st Street to 2nd Street to 3rd street, the streets victims of erosion, a traditional journey fondly known as “the death march.”
That was about six miles.
But I don’t give up goals easily (okay, sometimes I do, but not this time.) So a couple of days later I set out on my own to the east end of the island, walking the beach by myself.
I was gone two hours.
Love & Kisses to OIB