carolina in my mind


Driving down Highway 12 to the edge of the Carolinas is such a nostalgically summer feeling. The ferry to Ocracoke Island, driving 4WD rugged cars onto beaches and saltwater-tinged skin. Unwinding by way of avocado margaritas and Old Bay spiced shrimp. Ferries, boardwalks, roadside fruit stands and boiled peanuts. The Outer Banks in the summertime, so humid it could choke. So still it could linger on forever. The be stuck in those sand dunes and swallowed by those Red Drum seas.