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35° 35’ 45.36 N   75° 28’ 0.61” W

Members of the United States Coast Guard from Base Elizabeth City enjoyed a morning break in the recent stormy weather.

The class of Chief Petty Officers who are currently being advanced performed a historic Beach Apparatus Drill at Chicamacomico (pronounced chik-a-ma-COM-i-co) Life-Saving Station in Rodanthe on Hatteras Island. This special performance was a fun and historic day that symbolized the rite of passage or “indoctrination” of these men and women into the Chief Petty Officer corps. This process required teamwork & leadership skills that embody what it means to be a successful Chief Petty Officer. The event was well attended by family, friends, fellow guardsmen & some truly fortunate tourists, as regular performances don’t begin until summer.

Pictured here are the crewmen setting up a breeches buoy. The keeper is firing a line with a small cannon, called a Lyle gun, towards a pole representing the mast of a stranded vessel. The gun could fire up to a 17-pound projectile with an accuracy of up to the extreme range of 695 yards. The “life-savers” then erect a series of lines and pulleys to rig the breeches buoy to “rescue the stranded mariners”. A crew was expected to set up the breeches buoy in under five minutes and in the dark. A proficient crew could set it up in two minutes and thirty seconds. *

Chicamacomico Life-Saving Station is the only place in the world where you can see this live complete drill reenactment preformed by active-duty Coast Guard personnel (every Thursday, June – August, 2pm). The original 1874 station is home to Surfboat #1046, a Life Car developed for the Life-Saving Service of which only a few remain in existence, the Beach Drill Cart and rescue equipment, the Lyle gun, and other items. In addition to the live Beach Apparatus Drill and the 1874 station, there are six other historical buildings to explore, as well as a public museum and a great gift shop. Go visit Chicamacomico Life-Saving Station — see the sites and learn cool facts about the history of the brave souls that fought to save “those in peril on the sea”. **

Chicamacomico Life-Saving Station is located at:

General Admission ($6.00), Seniors & Student ($4.00), Group Rate of 20+ ($5.00/person)

100% of your fees go directly to the restoration, preservation and operation of this nonprofit site for the benefit of current and future generations.

REFERENCES: 

* http://uslife-savingservice.org/lifesavers-duties-equipment/beach-apparatus-drill/ 

**Quote from ”Eternal Father, Strong to Save” by William Whiting (1825-1878)

36° 38′ 71″ N   75° 82′ 76″ W

Lancaster County Magazine writer, Bill Scepansky, heads to the Outer Banks of North Carolina for a much-needed vacation with his family and some close friends. Beyond catching up on some R&R and spending quality time with the family, he was determined to catch a shark!

Click on the link below to read this feature article I shot for the September 2012 issue…on newsstands now.

Fishing For Your Dinner

36° 31′ 54.3″ N 76° 11′ 3.9″ W

Just south of the Virginian border along Rt. 168 in North Carolina (the Sweet Potato state), is a town called Moyock.

In 1785, Reverend Thomas Coke wrote that he had preached in Mowyock, according to the late local historian Marion Fiske Welch. Coke was pretty close to spelling the town’s name as locals pronounce it, Mo-yock. But like most people who are not familiar with the area, I originally pronounced it Moi-yock. “They tell on themselves,” said another historian and native of Currituck County’s largest community. Like many Currituck County names, Moyock comes from an Algonquin Indian word meaning “Place of the Oaks by the Trail” and it may have appeared on a map as early as 1735.

Moyock began as a commercial hub starting about 300 years ago, when an industry in cypress shingles thrived along a creek there. For decades, the place was known as Shingle Landing. When a post office opened there in 1857, the official name returned to Moyock, Welch wrote in Moyock, A Pictorial and Folk History, 1900-1920.

These days, though Moyock is a thriving business district and the gateway for travelers headed to the remote Outer Banks, you can still see some great remnants of the past…

Check out some of my recent images shot at Moyock Muscle where they restore classic cars and trucks of all kinds. You can bring in your own vehicle or pick out one from the many available in their lot. I found my dream truck; Tim found several—maybe yours is here too?

Reference: article by Jeff Hampton/The Virginian-Pilot

36° 22′ 55″ N   75° 56′ 06″ W

I am so excited to share with you my first blog post. Our recent move to the rural outskirts of the Outer Banks of North Carolina has been an interesting transition. To say it’s quiet here is an understatement. It is a far cry from my Margaretville days on the Gulf of Mexico or either of my previous lives in NYC or Delaware. The serenity and beauty here are something to behold. It is truly spectacular in a way that is distinct to anything I have seen before. The summer has been HOT – I am looking forward to the break of fall to explore beyond the tourist beaches. As the days get cooler and quieter, looking for new and exciting things to do that will put a would-be explorer in touch with the pulse of what’s happening locally is definitely a part of the game plan.

My boyfriend, Tim, and I live in a town called Coinjock (allegedly an Indian word meaning “Place of the Blueberry Swamps”), which covers a small area just north and south the Intracoastal Waterway off Rt. 158, the road headed to the beach. There is no town center here – no “Main Street” – just a small post office, but what the area does offer is full of rich history and local flavor. There are few other newcomers like us but mostly generations of families that live here, which we are slowly getting to know. They are always polite and friendly in a wave-to-you-from-the-porch kind of way and yet keep to themselves at the same time.

Technically, we live out on an island named Waterlily, or as it’s been locally coined “Church’s Island”. Waterlily sits between The Currituck (an Algonquian Indian term meaning “Land of the Wild Goose”) Sound and the Coinjock Bay. As Carl, one of our neighbors, aptly described it – “This is God’s Country”. And while it’s beauty speaks to just that sentiment, my guess is the island’s nickname came from the couple dozen cemeteries that are scattered along this 7 mile strip. Truthfully no one really knows.

There is a restaurant, The Coinjock Marina, just one mile off the main road that entertains the locals and the super yachters alike. They serve up great food, live music and relaxing views of the water, and they make one hell of a Bloody Mary. There is a canal they call “The Ditch” that runs up through the salt marsh to the sound where the brackish waters make for outstanding fishing for striped bass, flounder, red drum and spotted seatrout. There are shrimpers, crabbers, pleasure boaters and hunters; it is the birthplace of the Currituck Skiff – the water is a way of life here. But there are also farmers, Eagles and Scuppernong grapes. We are told there are even black bear and though we have not personally seen any yet the pears from the tree in our backyard disappear as promptly as they’re ripe; the Meyer’s lemon tree we “imported” from Florida remains untouched. Hmmm.

While I’m sure I will post many images from the area over the course of time, today I thought I’d show you a few shots from around the “neighborhood”…

Welcome to Waterlily.