National Geographic : 2012 Jun
When I was a teenager visiting in the 1960s, the Outer Banks was a place where a guy would let his beard grow long, hire an offshore boat to troll for mackerel and tuna, and channel his own inner Blackbeard. (The pirate died here in 1718.) But what an OBX summer is really about is the good old-fashioned dream of a carefree life. Riding my bike around to snap pictures in my neighborhood, I see a family place: a place to take the kids to a carnival, a place where teenagers do what teenagers do when it's summer, a place to meditate and to take in the wind and the surf and the ever changing weather. Are folks out of touch here? I hope so---even if they have to go back to the real world sooner or later. That's the way I feel here: out of touch with everything except what I would say is the best stretch of coast on the planet. Nags Head hired a carnival to celebrate its 50th anniversary last summer.