“You’ve been coming here for ten years,” Cindy said when she called to confirm our weekend reservations and bill us.
“Yep, you’re the first campground we visited when we started RVing. Weekends in OBX are the reason we bought the camper.”
Not until Cindy said the words did I realize how long we’d made the 2 hours and 10-minute trek to OBX Campground for relaxing weekends. Always a place of relaxation for us, the quaint campground tucked into a spot on Collington Island renews us. We haven’t stayed in all the spots yet, but keep trying. Parked in site two this weekend, we can see the high water from Hurricane Helene’s wrath. Although we only received rain, the panhandle of Florida through the middle of North Carolina had severe flooding and lives lost.
Friday night’s rain kept us inside. I made mesh pumpkin door decor while Ron scrolled on his phone. Eventually, we watched the last episode of 15-Love, a Sundance mini-series about a tennis coach taking advantage of his students. We tried watching Rebel Ridge but didn’t find it engaging, so we turned to the latest episode of Frasier and then called it a night.
Saturday started slowly; when I looked at my watch after letting the dogs out to pee, I saw 7:23, late for me. After reading my Bible, I caught up on yesterday’s yoga segment before settling into writing a devotional. Currently working on a 30-day Thanksgiving and Praise series, I finished Nov. 14th while Ron cooked a breakfast of bacon and scrambled eggs. Ron went to work, dealing with a wifi outage caused by a cut trunk and a massive group of cable connectors for the east coast sliced, causing disruption up and down the seaside.
Our 1:06 tee time at The Pointe had us hurrying to get there after wallowing away the morning at the camper. Wide open fairways had water lying in places not ordinarily wet. The slow play allowed us to practice patience. But the warm sun and gentle breeze made the wait tolerable—and a rum and diet coke.
On our way home, we ate dinner at Shipwreck’s Taphouse Bar and Grill, enjoying a quiet sunset and a restful evening at the camper.
“We’re going to be late,” Ron said as we approached Nags Head Church, our favorite place of worship in OBX.
“Just a couple of minutes, no big deal.”
We walked in as the solo guitarist strummed the first few stanzas of the opening worship song, hardly missing a thing.
After church, we stopped by the Christmas Mouse for Ron to take care of business, then went to Seascape Golf Course. We enjoyed brunch at the new Sandtrap Tavern before playing 18 holes.
Barefoot Bernie’s made the perfect stop on the way home. We watched the Steelers lose to Indianapolis while eating Cheesy Chips and having a drink. Afterward, I ran into Belk while Ron waited in the truck.
Back at the camper, I did yoga while Ron showered. Once finished I took my turn under the hot water before doing a load of laundry and watching T.V.
Watching boats slip by in the small opening brought joy to my heart. They flowed past silently, so stealthy that I could never catch them on video, although I tried. Right up until the time we pulled out of site 2, I watched vigilantly for one last glimpse but got nothing.
Until next time, OBX.