Pea to Hatteras

The rugged Hatteras Island



The accommodation was a little over our budget at the weekend so we moved a few miles down the road. Unfortunately so did the flies. Mind you, that's a little harsh on the flies as they were only attempting to eat the remains of food that had been left in the microwave. A quieter start to the day as the weather was grey and drizzly but the afternoon brightened up so we walked for miles down the endless, wild Atlantic beach. You just have to love the restaurant and place names in the States. Our evening was spent at Awful Arthur's Oyster Bar, Kill Devil Hills. The following day we continued our drive down the Outer Banks in glorious 80F sunshine and the scenery became more and more wild as we crossed the wonderfully named Pea Island. Sixty miles of bridges and sand dunes later we ended up at the southernmost point of Hatteras Island and found our best motel so far. In fact it was so good we felt brave enough to use the pool.