Sunday, January 29, 2017

A trip to Atlantic ...

Eastern North Carolina is rural, vastly rural.  Farms, forest, wetlands and old fishing villages make up most of the itinerary of this large portion of North Carolina with some tourist spots and military ranges. Some of the vast wetlands make it seem almost desolate.

We live south east of New Bern and consider ourselves coastal mostly because just outside our window is the Neuse River which is a good half mile wide at this point just before it empties into Core Sound and sea birds are a common sight. But you have to drive another hour and half east to reach land's end. At land's end you can get on a ferry that will take you out across the huge Pamlico Sound to Ocracoke on the Outer Banks.

The last village before the ferry terminal is Atlantic, North Carolina.  Atlantic, unlike all the villages you go through to get here, has a town plan of streets.  There was a settlement here since colonial times. I doubt you will find any colonial remnants here since this village is constantly pounded by hurricanes and ocean storms and is always having to be rebuilt.  The stands of tall loblolly and southern yellow pine are the only local building materials.  Atlantic was a fishing village when fish were more plentiful.  Now only vestiges of the fishing business are left and they are decaying quickly.  There is a modest marina close by for sport fisherman and perhaps, someday Atlantic will develop into a summer vacation destination like Emerald Isle did. 

We stopped down at the end of a street where once commercial fishing boats off loaded their catch and I took a few pictures.  There is a charm about Atlantic, quiet and stoic. I feel that that charm will bring us back some day soon.



Monday, January 16, 2017

Enduring winter ...

The Feast of the Epiphany came and we took down the Christmas decorations.  We also braved the arctic clipper and hope that that was worst Winter could do to us.  We had only a dusting of snow but for three days were below freezing.  The water froze at the spigot connection in the water filter.  Joanie bundled up came out to help me remove the filter, brought her trusty hair dryer gun. Pistol packin' mama applied it to the spigot for about 4 minutes and water was once again flowing to Phaeth.

Joanie has to do the dreaded prep for the dreaded colonoscopy this week. My turn will come in May.  (We try to do these things together but the last time we both went to the doctor, he saw that it was time for Joanie to have the procedure but he missed that on me because I kept up a banter of complaints that took his mind of it.  But they do a review of all the patients records at the first of the year and they found their miss on me.  I got a phone call last week saying I was scheduled in May.  Dang it! Got caught!). Oh, well, this too shall pass.

We hope that this is the absolute worst Winter serve up this year.  Just a dusting ...

...and a little ice in the ditch.


We have a heated drinking water hose and heated stand pipe but the water filter was not,  It was insulated but 15 degrees was too much for the puny insulation I had on it.  After unfreezing the spigot I covered it in layers of old shirts and a black t-shirt warmed it in the sun.  I put the bucket over it after the sun set to hold in some of the warmth.

I also noticed a slow drip from the fresh water tank drain valve.  It stopped when the temps came back to normal.

My birthday came and went with Joanie fixing me my favorite seafood dish - shrimp creole.  Mmmmm. 

Monday, January 2, 2017

New Year's resolutions ...

I have run across a few full-timers' blogs who do a lot of great photography and have made the New Year's resolution to go out and find a great photo every day.  One did for a couple months but then life went and got in the way. I made a resolution a few years ago that I would no longer make any New Year's resolutions but I always thought the "one good photo a day" would be a neat resolution.

So I took my camera with me when I took the dogs out New Year's Day. 


I think, if I could get up the gumption, that I would like to do a photo documentary of mail boxes.  Mail boxes are quickly disappearing now that almost all communication is electronic.  We don't own a mail box.  A few in our neighborhood have already ceased their function.  Nature is quick to reclaim man made things. 


But the rains came this morning.  I was not about to take my camera outside in the pouring rain today so I aimed it out the window.

I wonder if I will remember to get something tomorrow.