Blackout

Here’s a fun story.

The week after Hurricane Sandy hit, our weather had returned completely to normal and we were enjoying day after day of bright sun and brisk fall air.  We pretty much figured we were out of the woods.

One evening last week, I was just about to close up the shop (so a few minutes before six o’clock), when the power went out.  Bryant and I did as much as we could, locked up, and I was almost to my car in the parking lot before I realized that it was really dark out.  We walked out to the bypass to check it out, and a quick look up and down the road confirmed that the power on the entire beach had gone out.

As weird as it was, there was also something really cool about the whole town being in almost total darkness.  First of all, you could see the stars way better than usual, and even the Milky Way was visible.  I bundled up, brought Irie out on the porch with me, and just sat and looked at the stars for a while, until someone the next street over turned on their backup generator that sounded like a riding lawn mower.  Ugh.

Anyway, my roommate, Sarah, and I just so happen to be candle hoarders, so I was all set for a few hours in the dark.  My evening essentials, as lit by candlelight:

Garnacha:

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The original Sherlock Holmes:

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My favorite fuzzy slippers (the heat turning off was the worst part of the power outage):

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Red wine, my mysteries, and fuzzy slippers.  Yes, I am slowly morphing into Stanley Hudson.

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Anyway, I found out later that a huge transmission line had gone down and caused blackouts for all of Dare and Currituck counties (oops… pretty sure somebody got fired that night).  Ours in Kill Devil Hills lasted about three hours, so it was really nothing to write home about.

The most notable part of the situation was that almost everybody I talked to the next day had gone out to look at the stars.  I love that.  I think it’s really nice that the instinct of so many people was to take the opportunity to enjoy the quiet, calm, and darkness that is almost never available to us.  It’s nice to imagine everyone all over town standing out on their decks and looking up at the same stars.

Well, almost everyone.  I’m looking at you, Generator Dude.

Sandy Baby

Well, we’ve made it through another hurricane season on the Outer Banks.  Not exactly in one piece, but in fewer pieces than last year… so that’s an improvement.

We definitely didn’t get hit as hard by Hurricane Sandy as everyone in the northeast, but she knocked us around pretty good.  As opposed to good ol’ Irene who hit us from the sound last year, this one got us from the beach.

Just like with Irene, we were all going stir-crazy by about the third day of inclement weather, so Sarah, Ryan, and I took a quick drive around one afternoon to check things out.

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Can you see those waves?!  The ocean is not supposed to be that high.  It wiped out all the dunes that protect the beach road in Kitty Hawk, and the beach itself in some places.

It also wiped out the middle of Avalon Pier.

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The ocean was angry.  I mean, seriously.  Poseidon was real mad about something.  And this was after the worst of it had died down!  It wasn’t raining much anymore by the third day, but the wind was still so strong that it was hard to walk in a straight line outside.  Like so:

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The goofy faces are slightly exaggerated, but it was actually necessary to brace ourselves like than in order to stay upright.  Ryan couldn’t even get a picture that wasn’t blurry.

And even though we didn’t get the storm surge that we did with Irene, it still sucked the sound out before flooding it back in!

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So creepy looking… like we were at the edge of the world or something.  Luckily, if I were to fall off the map, I know that my sweet brother would be looking out for me.

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Rest easy, folks.  Paul’s got the first watch.

Finally, I just have to share my favorite meteorological representation of the path of Hurricane Sandy’s growth:

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She was so sassy by the end!

Back in the Air

Remember when I said almost exactly a year ago that the best way to see the Outer Banks is by helicopter?

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Well, there’s a new sheriff in town, and his name is the trike.

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After Abby and I worked the early morning shift and got off at noon today, we finally made time to do something we’ve been planning as a joint birthday present to each other/ourselves for a couple months now.

One of our favorite morning regulars, Jonny, is a glider pilot and has been trying to get us up in the air for a while now.  Though conditions weren’t perfect today (a little cloudier and windier than is preferable for “beginner” flights), we decided to go for it since we all finally had the time.  Abby and I drove up to Currituck, signed away all liability for any broken bones, and suited up.

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I didn’t trust myself not to drop my camera if I brought it up in the trike (there are NO doors, armrests, or side protection at all), but luckily Jonny has a GoPro mounted on the glider and took footage of our flight!

Seeing the place you live by air is an awesome experience.  As with the helicopter flight, it was fun trying to pick out familiar landmarks and realizing how different they looked from 3500 feet up!  Fun fact: we actually flew higher in the trike than we did in the helicopter – crazy!

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The “less than perfect” conditions did make for some slight turbulence and cloud cover, but I actually enjoyed that – it made the whole thing more exciting!  We were flying around cloud level and a couple of times Jonny took us directly into the gigantic cloud banks, so we were totally surrounded by whiteness.

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Eventually, Jonny decided to sit back and have himself a little rest, so he handed over the reigns for a while!

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Moving the steering bar felt really heavy and sluggish at first, but after a few minutes I got the hang of how the trike moved and figured out how to use the glider’s momentum to steer with the air currents.  So cool!

At one point, we flew below the sun and looked down to see our own shadow zipping over the cloud bank, surrounded by a circular rainbow.  In reality it’s the physics of being between the sun and the cloud of water droplets (angle of refraction, Dad?), but Jonny said that in pilots’ terms it’s called a glory ring and means good luck!  We didn’t get it on film, but we decided that’s probably even better, like how your birthday wish will only come true if you don’t tell anyone what it is.

Towards the end of the flight, we dipped back below the clouds and got some amazing views of the coastline and barrier islands.  Again, I appreciated what a cool place the Outer Banks is!

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Currituck is a little different than the beaches where we live, but Jonny said he’d bring the trike down to KDH in the fall to take us flying over the ocean.

The landing was a lot like I remember it being when I went hang gliding in New Zealand.  We dove straight toward the ground at lightening speed and somehow landed really softly with barely a bump on the grass!  Each flight was 20-25 minutes… I went first, then Abby went, and then Jonny actually took me up again because the camera hadn’t been working the first time and he wanted to make sure we got some video!  Abby and I owe Jonny for an amazing afternoon and a once-in-a-lifetime experience.

In addition to having the fun of visiting Jonny at his work, since he visits us at ours every day, we were flying for Wiley, Jonny’s glider partner and best friend and another customer we were very fond of, who we lost unexpectedly last month.  We’ve all been very sad for a long time, so it felt wonderful to remember Wiley in a way he would’ve loved and that was very purely happy.  We even busted out his classic hang loose (although I am way less cool and look more like I’m trying to tell Jonny that he has a call on line one).

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Helicopter: check.  Trike: check.  Suggestions are welcome for the forthcoming third installment on my flying machine bucket list!

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