I took a walk early this morning, down around the harbor to the park service boat ramps on Pamlico Sound, then on to Ocracoke Coffee Company for a glass of iced tea. I returned by way of Howard Street, the old rutted dirt lane lined by live oaks, the picket fence of the cemetery and weathered fisherman's cottages. It was a nice walk through an older part of the island that is often bypassed by visitors. The perfect way to end our visit.
We are on the ferry now bound for Hatteras Island. It has been a memorable Thanksgiving. I have to wonder if it is the beginning of a new tradition.