Growing up on the East Coast, I think I have taken for granted the fantastic history that sits at the foundation of the littering of lighthouses and monuments lining the Atlantic. With my dad's side, we have spent one week of almost every summer in the Outer Banks. And along with each visit to the beach, there was always that requisite visit to any nearby lighthouse.
But for some reason, maybe now that I am older and understand that relics and monuments of a certain day are set within a story and not just a time, I'm fascinated by them. It might be that I have come to appreciate something not everyone, like my husband, has grown up around and choose to see it from the lens of someone just visiting.
So during a visit to my mom's in the spring, she suggested we take a little daytrip across the North Carolina Board to Kitty Hawk and Nags Head to show Cliff a little more of what the Eastern Seaboard has to offer. (I've run out of places to show him in my hometown of Virginia Beach). Wielding my camera and my new (at least since the last time I went to Kitty Hawk and Nags Head) penchant for any and everything related to the National Park System, I felt like a tourist in a place I have never felt like a tourist. And gosh, it was great.
It made me notice things I'd never imagined seeing as a little girl, and I am thankful for the seasoning that time offers one's perspective on the beauty of our country and its history.
But for some reason, maybe now that I am older and understand that relics and monuments of a certain day are set within a story and not just a time, I'm fascinated by them. It might be that I have come to appreciate something not everyone, like my husband, has grown up around and choose to see it from the lens of someone just visiting.
So during a visit to my mom's in the spring, she suggested we take a little daytrip across the North Carolina Board to Kitty Hawk and Nags Head to show Cliff a little more of what the Eastern Seaboard has to offer. (I've run out of places to show him in my hometown of Virginia Beach). Wielding my camera and my new (at least since the last time I went to Kitty Hawk and Nags Head) penchant for any and everything related to the National Park System, I felt like a tourist in a place I have never felt like a tourist. And gosh, it was great.
It made me notice things I'd never imagined seeing as a little girl, and I am thankful for the seasoning that time offers one's perspective on the beauty of our country and its history.
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