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Aloha MM’s
We are finally…OMG, thought
we’d NEVER…………. get to this point…parked up in the RV Park in middle of the
I am way past exhausted. I
need to stop. We are here for 4 days and I was hoping for a ‘bed day’ on
Saturday. I was thinking that Aaron could run around D.C. seeing,
I'm thinking, boring, government buildings, Obelisk statues,
memorials to people I’m not that interested in, and that I could skip it. But
we drove through the city and I’m thinking…well…it does look kind of cool.
Damn! Don’t you bloody hate that!
The good thing about this
part of the trip is that, we have arrived at the one day we HAD to be
somewhere. After this, we can simply stop for days if we want to. What bliss.
Tonight we go to Camden
Yards which is home to the Baltimore Orioles. (That’s a baseball team,
in case you were wondering.) They will be playing the Yankees and we have
tickets for the game! Aaron loves baseball and was dying to play this year in
 
Experiences are the magical
part of life. Buying a sofa is not a magical part. You might remember the
sofa you bought 20 years ago but it’s not MAGICAL or awe inspiring. It
doesn’t invoke fun stories, or amazing things your saw. It doesn’t feed into
your personality and your soul. It doesn’t become part of your being.
Rarely does a sofa make a
STATEMENT on your life!
Having experiences, and
experiencing different places, people, things – does.
Which brings me to the next
lot of experiences we have had the last few days. The ones I probably enjoy
the most are the ones we have in the countryside, as compared to the cities.
I’m not a city person. I knew this when I was 19 and living in
I’m not sure why but it
feels slightly ‘gauche’ to say you are not a city person. People look at you
sideways when you say that
On this trip I have
certainly gotten to feel the energy changes as we go from State to State,
place to place. Going from rural peaceful areas like
Some people love this. I
just feel dizzy and disorientated.
There is only one city in
the world that energizes me, that makes me feel that anything can happen and
will. That I am ‘on.’ That is the city of
Nothing evokes a memory more
for us than…remember that Tart Fraise (fresh French strawberry tartlet) we
had by the side of the road just out of Vaison? God, that was good! Remember
those fried green tomatoes we had in
So in saying that the food
grabs us in a city—that is pretty important to us. At the end of the day
you have to be somewhere that ‘feeds’ you on every level. It must feed your
soul, your senses, your lifestyle, your body, your personality, YOU.
In traveling around—here
are the things on my Mystic Manifesting list so far.
An apartment in the inner
city of
Then a place in
I was once in Germany on
business and I was chatting to one of the guys there and asked him if he had
dated in Germany. He said he had, but—he didn’t look happy. I asked him
what he had found hard about it. He said the thing he noticed the most, the
thing that made him feel most foreign and alone was that the sense of humor
was very different. I could understand what he meant. I always find the
Germans rather dry but cleverly funny. It would not mesh with general
American humor AT ALL. So, I can relate to the forlorn American in Germany.
Which is why the South is very endearing to us.
Our next port of call in the
year would be Beaufort, SC. God I love that place. Too hot for the summer—the sticky steamy summers of the South but lovely to winter over in. At
Christmas they decorate in STYLE. We love that stuff. We love the town, the
energy, the people. Again, that Southern humor, the food is damn good. We
have become addicted to Fried Green Tomatoes and Lobster/Crab bisque, so
thick you could stand a spoon up in it. It’s peaceful. We want to sit on the
big verandas, catch the breeze and drink Peach Iced Tea. We want to unravel
after the ‘summer’ in Seattle.
Living in three places would
give us the energy of different places, paces and people. We’d love that.
That’s why the traveling is
wonderful, even though I am exhausted physically. Aaron has more energy
physically than me, but he is exhausted too. Today he put on a new t-shirt
and wore it all morning and neither of us noticed he still had the L sticker
on it for size large. Whoops…
But despite this physical
pull on our energy, we have seen some wonderful places.
When last I wrote, we were
in North Carolina. We had just finished the day with seeing the Airborne and
Special Ops Museum in Fayetteville, NC. What a fantastic museum. I am
basically a WWII fan but it was extremely well done.
    
The next day we set off
early to catch the ferry to the Outer Banks. All my life I have read books
that invoke images of this place. As has happened through out this trip, we
always just ‘happen’ to find the great place to visit, or the best way to go.
We are being very well looked after here. Thanks Guides! Also a mention must
go to the weather gods which are being complete troopers! We have asked them
nearly everyday to rearrange the weather for us and they have obliged!
Thanks!!!
 
We embark at the Southern
end of the OBX. Landing on the island of Ocracoke, an incredibly lovely wee
spot. The houses here are fascinating. There are two basic kinds. One is the
narrowly built multi stacked house. Sometimes 3 or 4 stories high but no more
than say two rooms wide. Each side and level have various balconies off them
for the view. They are just gorgeous! So interesting and built high for
hurricane weather. There are also a lot of cedar shingle places, dark brown
in colour and also built up high to avoid the ocean, which every so often
must encroach on the land here.
 We drive around Ocracoke village and then set off for the northern part of the island. This island is just  
We arrive on the island of
Hatteras and muck around there for a bit, deciding where to stop for the
night. All along these strips of sand, as you can imagine, there are
lighthouses. The one at Hatteras is the biggest brick one in North America. I
think of my good friend Lulu every time I see a lighthouse, because she loves
them. I love seeing them too actually. We decide to stay at Buxton, just up
the island a wee bit. All along the way, there are the tall narrow stacked
houses with their multi balconies all over the house. Little crab shack
places, a slower way of life, not too many people. It’s very appealing.
We go and have dinner at a
fabulous restaurant at the Pamlico Inn. We take the RV, because it’s a mile
to walk and a) we’re tired and b) there’s a thunder and light show going on
with some rain. We let the weather gods do their thing, so they can dump off
rain at night when we don’t care.
We park in the inn’s car
park and crank up the generator. It sounds very noisy here in this peaceful
place. The owner Steve rushes out to see what is going on. He very graciously
doesn’t tell us to park elsewhere but is seeing if we are okay. We are. We
explain about the propane being low and we are not plugged in, we need to run
the generator for our fridge. We’re here for dinner. While we go in to eat,
he phones around to see who can fill us up with propane. He finds the place
we can go in the morning. How incredibly nice is that! Thanks Steve!
We chat to him about how he
got here to an inn on the water. It’s an interesting story. It’s a long
convoluted story but he gives us the short version. He was a high priced
executive in New York. His wife wanted to come here. Now, he’s an inn owner,
sans wife, but loves it here still. He has long hair, a neat beard and an
earring and great energy. Only the energy shows he might have been an
executive once in New York. The rest of him looks like he belongs here, heart
and soul. We love hearing his story.
The restaurant and inn
itself, is gorgeous. One of the multi storied, multi balconied places, right
on the ocean. The sunset is on its way and it’s perfect. We are seated at the
corner table and can see out to the jetty and the inky blackness of the
coast.
The food is absolutely
beautiful. I start with a risotto which is the best I’ve had in a long time.
Aaron has a crusted Tuna that is also really good. I then have tenderloin
done with a reduction and again, it’s the best I’ve had in a long time. This
is REALLY good food. Aaron has a pasta dish with a cream pesto sauce, with
scallops the size of hockey pucks, shrimp and crab. All locally caught – it’s
intoxicating. By now, I am at waddle stage and so is Aaron but he has the
chocolate soufflé for dessert.
All beautifully plated in a
beautiful restaurant on a beautiful coast.
We waddle off back to our
raucous generator and toddle off up the road a mile to our camp site. A
lovely day, with lovely people.
The next day, I am energized
as I often am in slower places, without the city energy and leap out of bed,
to shower and do washing. We wander off back on the road about 10:00.
We stop in to see the huge
Hatteras lighthouse. We run into the people we had dinner with last night at
the inn.
Well…when I say, ‘had dinner with’—they were sitting at the next table to ours and we were both tossing cutlery on the floor as the tables were small and butcher paper over white linen—slippery.
We recognized each other and
said hello and had a really great chat with them. So, a big aloha to
Kindra/Kendra - apologies for the spelling and Michael Rubio!! It was so nice
to meet you guys. J What a gorgeous, friendly, fun and interesting couple.
Kindra’s from Albuquerque, NM and they have 3 fur children and have been
married about as long as we have. Michael’s in the Air Force and a Para
Rescue guy. Wowww. Isn’t that the coolest job on the planet! We were both equally
jealous of each others lives. LOL.
We left them to climb the lighthouse and we toddled off up the island. The islands of Ocracoke and Hatteras are slow, few people (at least at this time of year), no strip malls, no fast food outlets, no gated communities – perfect. The scenery is sand dunes, and marsh and ocean but it’s lovely!
We leave the island of Hatteras across the bridge onto one of the ‘main’ islands of the OBX and we hit American hell. Welcome to strip malls for Africa, more development than you could shake a stick at and just overblown energy. Ugh.
We escape temporarily and
have lunch at a local place. The best part of the meal was—you guessed it—the fried green tomatoes! LOL. You will HAVE to try them.
Back on the road and the energy
has changed completely!
We do stop at Kitty Hawk or
Kill Devil Hill which is just before Kitty Hawk to see the Wright Brothers
memorial. It’s actually incredibly interesting. They have a full size replica
of the aircraft that first flew. A park ranger who gives an enlivened talk
about the event, who we talked to afterwards. Sometimes people are led all
their lives to a place or a thing. He had been in a regular job all his life.
The stress got to much and he retired.
Four years ago, he came here
to North Carolina to live and to work as a park ranger at the memorial. What
a lot of connections it turned out he had to the Wrights in that
synchronistic way that let’s you know you’re in the right life. It turns out;
he was from Dayton, OH where the Wrights were from. Later he found out, his
Granddad used to be a bank teller and used to serve the Wright brothers in
Dayton, OH. He had a friend’s grandfather, who was one of the witnesses to
the historic flight. And on it went. Piece after piece of energy that tied
him to the Wright brothers and Kitty Hawk. And here he was, now working as a
park ranger at the memorial and absolutely loving it. I love it when we get
to talk to these interesting people.
I thought this would be a
so-so memorial but it’s actually rather intriguing. As well as the Wright
flyer, there’s also the usual display of their history. Plus, many paintings
of famous or influential flyers in aviation history. People like Ivor
Sikorsky—helicopter inventor, Bleriot—first man to fly over the English
channel, Bessie Coleman—first black PERSON, not woman but person to get her
pilots license, Jackie Cochran—organized the American Women flyers in WWII
into a unit, James Doolittle—a raid into Japan off a carrier and many more
innovations… The list went on. Absolutely fabulous!
Then outside there is the
ACTUAL field they tested on. You can see the 4 flight distances on Dec 17.
Each is marked with a stone—the first
They did 5 flights in all.
The first one on December 14 1903 by Wilbur. He won the coin toss. A very
short distance, about
They waited for weather… On
Dec 17, 1903 they flew 4 more times. Each time a bit further… Until finally
they flew
 And for the New Zealanders out there. Yes—I know that Richard Pearse was thought to have flown before the Wrights but further evidence says he was shortly after them. He did however contribute hugely to a vital piece of the aircraft—the ailerons. Without these, we couldn’t effortlessly turn the aircraft. He was the major developer of them.
What great energy these
people had! They were magnificent manifesters! They knew what they really
wanted in their lives. They put the energy out for it and made it happen.
They didn’t let people’s opinions or naysayer attitudes stop them. They
believed in what they wanted to achieve and went out and did it. I love that
kind of energy.
They came to Kitty Hawk for
the energy of the weather there—it was perfect for their vision. They
needed flat softish sand to land on and not break themselves or the aircraft.
They needed wind, lots of it and they needed good temperatures to work
outside on building the aircraft. This was the spot.
We should all go where the
energy is for us and that’s hits the spot. This is where we manifest easily.
Where we are fed.
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