|I leave early this morning after a particularly bad night, that means with very little sleep, drive north through more of the Outer Bank. I flash back on Key West. Here, I don't see the water as much and when I do it is gray, as is the sky. I stop at another light house and continue on to Kitty Hawk. In the room where the models of the plane that flew and the glider the year before, a man tells the history of the Wright Brothers—the bicycle shop in Dayton, they research, the study (they are without high school diplomas), the work, the trips to Kitty Hawk, the disappointments, and finally, the success.
Outside, stone markers are numbered 1-4, showing where each flight landed. The first three are close together, somewhere around 100 feet, and the fourth one is a dramatic 856 feet! What a story. I love hearing the story, yet almost fall asleep, and have to really work at listening to each word.
This tiredness upsets me. I want so much to conquer this problem!
On to Roanoke Island, where a colony was founded by the British and the first English child, Virginia Dare, was born in 1587. (I think that is right). There is a settlement from that period with people in the clothes of that era, a movie (I don't go because I know I will fall asleep), a ship—Elizabeth II—which as it happens cannot be toured today. I enjoy the gardens, pushing myself through exhaustion to the next step and the next.
The part of North Carolina that I go through is lushly green, interspersed by water and bridges, and then more green.
I go to "Green Acres" an RV park that sounds good, but is so sleazy I leave, drive another hour to the Enfield/Rocky Mount KOA, which is delightful. Lots of green, some trees, just a very pleasant place to walk and be and tell myself that all is well. Sleep will meet me soon.