A highlight of 2018 was our 6th anniversary dinner in Southern Pines, with a flight from KTTA to KSOP. Here’s the landing just after sunset.
We took the ferry from Swanquarter, near Lake Mattamuskeet, across the shallow, treacherous Pamlico Sound to arrive at the off-season island getaway called Ocracoke. Blackbeard died there. The year-round population is 685. It was hot, but there were no crowds. We stayed at a bed-and-breakfast called The Castle, which overlooked Silver Lake, which isn’t a lake but a dredged-out marina where the hourly ferries from Cedar Island and Swanquarter dock, alongside the skiffs and sloops.
On Saturday we celebrated our fifth anniversary. We also looked at the airstrip, just outside of town, before the island turns into the national seashore. The airstrip will be where we arrive on our next trip, after I have my pilot’s license.
On Sunday, we hired a boat to take us across the inlet to the island where there is an abandoned town called Portsmouth. It was a once-bustling “lightering” point, where heavy incoming cargo would be transferred to lighter, shallower boats that would traverse the final miles over the Pamlico Sound to the mainland.
Our day began with a 20-minute boat trip across the inlet. Portsmouth was finally abandoned 50 years ago, but the land is now in the hands of the National Park Service. But the ghosts of the town don’t want visitors that badly: They are guarded by utterly dastardly mosquitoes. We doused ourselves in deet and covered ourselves with nets, and they still got a few nicks in.
Here are a few photos, all from our day out to Portsmouth.