I could start to feel the back of my neck getting sore, almost like I was experiencing a small cramp. It happens every year from about mid-September through the end of October, almost every day. I’ve been experiencing this temporary discomfort since I was 10 years old, and hopefully, will continue to experience it until I fade away! As weird as it sounds, I look forward to the neck ache every autumn! Why? Because it signals the start of one of the greatest shows on earth-the annual fall raptor migration! The constant tilting of my head looking toward the sky in search of these beautiful birds passing overhead is what causes the soreness, many times I’m also holding binoculars up to my eyes as well. But every hawk that I get a chance to see makes it so worthwhile!

The “show” starts as early as late August, and may continue until early December, but September and October are the prime months. Here in the Eastern U.S. during this time period thousands of hawks, eagles, falcons, kites and vultures make their way south along ridges of the Appalachian Mountains or along the Atlantic coast. Raptors also migrate through the Central and Western U.S. as well. The most popular time is probably mid-to late September, when thousands of Broad-winged Hawks will migrate south, many times in flocks of hundreds of birds, called kettles. The premier spot for hawk watching in North America is Veracruz, Mexico. Each fall, 4-6 million raptors migrate through Veracruz on their way to winter ranges in Central and South America. Because of the region’s geography, raptors from eastern, central, and western North America converge, providing visitors with a display unequaled anywhere on the planet. 

Hawk watching, as it’s now known, has become quite popular in the past couple decades, with thousands of people visiting designated “Hawk Watches” throughout the United States, Canada and Mexico. It doesn’t take much, but a decent pair of binoculars helps. The added bonuses are that you’re usually watching them from very scenic sites during a great time of year, meet some great people, and can see lots of other migrants passing by as well. It’s not unusual to spot a variety of songbirds, waterfowl, monarch butterflies and dragonflies (yes, these migrate as well).

On several occasions I’ve also seen skydivers, several blimps and military fighter jets (including a Stealth). Since most hawk watches are covered by volunteers, it’s also become a very important aspect of citizen science that significantly contributes to critical raptor conservation. The Hawk Migration Association of North America collects hawk count data from almost 200 affiliated raptor monitoring sites throughout the United States, Canada, and Mexico. The organization is a driving force behind the Raptor Population Index (RPI), to promote scientific analysis of hawk count data. It also provides Hawk Count (www.hawkcount.org), a near-real-time international database of hawk counts across the continent. One of these is Hawk Mountain, in SE Pennsylvania, probably the most famous Hawk Watch in America. Its name reflects both its inauspicious past and its very bright future.

Located north of the small village of Kempton, Hawk Mountain was once the site of the slaughter of countless hawks shot down by gunners during the birds’ annual migration along the Appalachian Flyway. Today, however, the ridge that straddles the Berks-Schuylkill County line stands as a shining example of conservation success – a 2,500-acre wildlife refuge known around the world for its groundbreaking role in protecting raptors and their habitat.

The world’s first refuge for birds of prey, Hawk Mountain Sanctuary was founded in 1934 by New York conservationist Rosalie Edge after she saw photographs taken by amateur ornithologist Richard Pough. After visiting the mountain, Edge leased approximately 1,400 acres, naming Maurice Broun as Hawk Mountain’s first warden and ending the shooting of raptors on the ridge. Officially incorporated as Hawk Mountain Sanctuary in 1938, today the refuge is widely respected as a leader in raptor conservation and research work. It’s also an excellent destination for experiencing wildlife and the outdoors, offering visitors of all ages the opportunity to catch glimpses of more than 20 different raptors during their annual fall migrations.

Growing up in Pennsylvania, a trip to Hawk Mountain became an annual “migration” for me too. It started with my dad and I in the early 1970’s and 80’s. Then, two decades later, I was excited to introduce Hawk Mountain to my wife Theresa and sister, Cathy, and we tried to continue our tradition of visiting “The Mountain” at least once, every fall. However, back in the day, it was just me, Pa, our gear and food! Like a kid on Christmas Eve, I would eagerly pack our daypack the night before with binoculars, field guides, and lunches and snacks. Our food usually consisted of turkey sandwiches, chips, slices of ring baloney, a few apples and a half gallon of chocolate milk. We would leave before daylight and drive the 2 hours south to Hawk Mountain, from our NE Pennsylvania home. We always left early enough to navigate our way to a Mister Donut shop (precursor of Dunkin Donuts) for an egg sandwich and a jelly-filled doughnut! Pa taught me early on that a good birding trip was only as good as the food you ate along the way! Pa was right, and my wife and sister understand that, even today, “good munchies” are still required for any birding trip we plan together!

Upon our arrival at Hawk Mountain the ritual was always the same-quick bathroom break, pay our entrance fee and head straight to the North Lookout-a good, challenging 1.25 mile hike that ends at a large outcrop of rugged boulders. These massive rocks is your seating for the day-no chairs, benches or picnic tables here. Only rocks to sit on, with sensational 180-degree views of the Kittatinny Ridge straight in front of you, and the valleys below! Here you sit, as Pa, Theresa, Cathy and I have for nearly 40 years. As did thousands of people before us, and thousands of people since. You watch, you look and you listen, as “official counters” shout out migrating birds over distant landmarks, with odd names such as The Pinnacle, Donut, Hunter’s Field and Owl’s Head. It may not be an activity for everyone, but for those who enjoy the outdoors and nature, Hawk Mountain is a magical place. A place to sit, observe, reflect and marvel at these beautiful migrating birds.

Although we now live in Virginia, we’re still blessed with great hawk watching, as we live adjacent to the Blue Ridge Mountains, and have easy access to another fantastic Hawk Watch only 15 minutes from our home, called Rockfish Gap. This site also tabulates big numbers of migrating Broad-winged Hawks (the 2020 count so far is 29,279) each year, and as many as 14 other species as well.

As the official fall season sneaks in today (September 22^nd), the hawks are once again on the move, soaring and winging their way south, thousands of miles to their wintering grounds. They come from the far reaches of Canada and northern U.S., some by themselves, others in large flocks. I know this because, once again, the back of my neck is sore from gazing toward the sky….I wouldn’t want it any other way! Cheers!

As I watched from my vista along the Blue Ridge Parkway on an early Sunday morning, the fog rolled through the valley like a slow motion wave on the ocean. The Blue Ridge Mountains held their towering grip over the valleys below, not allowing the advancing mist to creep up its slopes as the sun began to burn through.

Traversing nearly 470 miles up, down and in some cases through the Appalachian Mountains, the Blue Ridge Parkway is one of America’s most beautiful scenic routes. The route has ending points near Cherokee, North Carolina, and Waynesboro, Virginia. Although it was originally created as a jobs project, the route remains well traveled by those looking for a scenic view of the mountains in the southern United States. It is generally not hard to find your way around the Blue Ridge Parkway. Each mile of the journey has a designated mile marker and most attractions have been noted by the mile marker they are closest to. Also, at each entryway to the Blue Ridge Parkway is a signpost pointing north and south. South will take you toward Cherokee and north toward Waynesboro.

The Blue Ridge Parkway began construction on September 11, 1935. At this point, the United States was struggling to pull itself out of the Great Depression. President Franklin D. Roosevelt pushed for a number of different public works and highway infrastructure projects, including the Blue Ridge Parkway. Over the years, construction peaked and slowed, with the last major section completed in 1987, more than 50 years after the first section of road was put down.

As you travel along the Parkway there are many overlooks to pull off the road and enjoy the views, stretch your legs or even go for a hike. Since the Blue Ridge Parkway is owned and operated by the National Park Service (NPS), there are plenty of places where the park service owns adjoining lands to enjoy passive outdoor recreation. Since we’re very fortunate to live so close, I venture up there several times a year to go birding, take some photos or just wander. If you go early in the morning, or late afternoon, you have a good chance of spotting a variety of birds, deer or even Black Bear. With viewscapes looking in many directions, abundant wildlife viewing opportunities and a rich, cultural history, the Blue Ridge Parkway is one of America’s most treasured drives! If you find yourself heading down this way, take a few hours to get off the major highways and detour yourself along the tops of the Blue Ridge Mountains! Enjoy!

At precisely 5:43 pm today, Saturday, June 20, 2020, we mark the Summer Solstice in the Northern Hemisphere-the day with the maximum amount of daylight hours where we live. While we celebrate the beginning of our summer, my family and friends in Australia, in the Southern Hemisphere, are marking the exact opposite-their winter solstice, or their shortest day of the year.

Most of us probably never think of ourselves as being passengers on-board a spinning planet that whips around on its axis of rotation once every 24 hours, or that travels 970 million kilometers on its 365-day journey around the sun. But we are! If the earth’s axis of rotation was perpendicular to the sun-earth line, we would have no solstices and no strong seasonal effects. However, Earth’s rotational axis — the imaginary line through our planet’s center and the geographic north and south poles — isn’t exactly at a right angle to the planet’s orbital path around the sun. Instead, it’s tilted at an angle of about 23.5 degrees from vertical— possibly as the result of a collision with another planet-sized object billions of years ago, when the solar system was forming

The summer solstice occurs at the moment in our 365-day year, when that tilt toward the sun is at a maximum. On this day, today, the June solstice, Earth is positioned in its orbit so that our world’s North Pole is leaning most toward the sun. As seen from Earth, the sun is directly overhead at noon 23.5 degrees north of the equator, at an imaginary line encircling the globe known as the Tropic of Cancer– named after the constellation Cancer the Crab.. This is as far north as the sun ever gets. As Earth orbits the sun over the course of each year, its axis always points at the same direction in space. That means the Northern Hemisphere is angled toward the sun for half the year and angled away from the sun for the other half.

“Solstice” is derived from the Latin words “sol” (sun) and “sister” (to make stand). To early astronomers, it literally meant the moment in which they observed the sun “standing still in the sky.” After this date, the days start getting “shorter,” i.e., the length of daylight starts to decrease, and although we now call it our “summer season,” we’re actually headed toward the next seasonal change, the autumnal equinox (September 22^nd in 2020), commonly called Fall-when the days and nights have equal amount of daylight and darkness-12 hours.

Ancient cultures knew that the sun’s path across the sky, the length of daylight, and the location of the sunrise and sunset all shifted in a regular way throughout the year. They built monuments, such as Stonehenge, to follow the sun’s yearly progress. Native American tribes of the Bighorn Mountains in present-day Wyoming once constructed stone wheels with 28 spokes in tribute to the Summer Solstice. This “medicine wheel” was aligned with sunrise and sunset on Solstice. Constructed at the top of a mountain range, the structure is only accessible during the summer months. Similar wheels have been found across South Dakota, Montana, and parts of Canada.

We refer to today as the “longest day of the year,” the day the “sun stands still in the sky.” Enjoy it-Celebrate it! Get Out and About today!

Chincoteague Island is located on the Eastern Shore of Virginia. The name chincoteague meant “Beautiful land across the water” in the language of the Native Americans who lived in the area-primarily the indigenous Assateague people. For visitors to this popular destination, there still seems to be some confusion of these two names-primarily when it comes to geography, so let’s try and clarify which is which, and where is where-me included!

First, they are both part of a chain of sandy barrier islands separating the mainland from the Atlantic Ocean. Assateague Island, on the ocean side, is a 37-mile long and skinny island that extends northward towards Ocean City, Maryland. Most of Assateague Island is protected parkland by the National Park Service’s Assateague Island National Seashore. Chincoteague Island sits immediately west of Assateague’s southern tip, protected from the ocean by Assateague. It rests comfortably within Chincoteague Bay. To add a bit more confusion to the mix, the U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service maintains its Chincoteague National Wildlife Refuge on Assateague Island directly across a short causeway from Chincoteague Island and the town of Chincoteague. Got all that? Assateague is an island. Chincoteague is an island, a town, a bay and a wildlife refuge.

Even so, Chincoteague it still manages to hold onto a small-town feel unlike its Maryland and Delaware counterparts further up the Atlantic coast. This can probably be attributed to geographic isolation and government ownership of its beach. There will never be any commercial development allowed to build ocean-front hotels, boardwalks or any other businesses along the ocean waterfront here. The most famous residents, and attraction to this area, have four legs-the wild ponies.

Ponies have occupied Assateague Island since the colonial era although nobody really knows exactly how or when they arrived. The standing theory, and one that seems more exciting for tourists, is that they escaped Spanish galleons that shipwrecked off-shore.

Also “wild” ponies seem a bit of an exaggeration unless one defines wild to mean “mellow ponies without saddles.” Take the Assateague ponies five miles inland, drop them in a large field and nobody would bother to give them a passing glance. Stick the very same ponies on an island, combine them with romantic tales of Spanish shipwrecks and an iconic children’s book (Misty of Chincoteague-1947) and following movie (Misty-1961), then watch tourists gawk! Nothing has done more to transform Chincoteague from a fishing village focused on the bounty of the sea into a tourist destination harvesting travelers more than the renowned Misty mystique.

But it’s the natural features of the area-vast beach stretches and coastal salt marshes that attract thousands of migrating and breeding birds-and the reason I visit the Chincoteague-Assateague area as well. However, you must be patient, since there can be crowds of people coming to see the “wild ponies” and visiting the recreation beach. Even though it was fairly busy with people (there’s only one road in and out) the last weekend in May when I visited, I still managed to see 103 different species of birds-not too bad for trying to social distance from everyone else!

One of my favorite groups of birds in North America is the grosbeaks. These robust, colorful, and sometimes, very musical birds, can be found from the west coast to the east coast, and from Canada to Mexico. Specific species may use a variety of habitats during breeding and migration. Common members include Rose-breasted Grosbeak, Evening Grosbeak, Blue Grosbeak, Black-headed Grosbeak, Pine Grosbeak and two Mexican species that rarely wander north into the southern U.S.-the Yellow Grosbeak and Crimson-collared Grosbeak.

GROSBEAKS get their name from the French grosbec, from “gros” meaning thick and “bec” meaning beak.

The beaks of these birds are adapted to eating seeds, including those of trees such as elms, as well as buds and flowers. In addition, they also eat a variety of insects, including beetles, caterpillars, grasshoppers and many others-spiders and snails are also a part of their diet. In the late summer and fall they may feed heavily on berries and small fruits. Young are fed mostly insects.

The most common breeding species where I live is the Rose-breasted Grosbeak. The males are a striking black and white color with a splash of red on their chest, usually in a V-shape. One gruesome folk nickname of this bird is “cutthroat.” The females are brown streaked with faint yellow wing linings. They’re usually found in deciduous forests, old fields and overgrown orchards. But as fall gives way to winter, another grosbeak may make a rare appearance!

Every winter I wait patiently, hoping to be invaded by one of the coolest of its kind, the Evening Grosbeak! Here in the east, these seed-eating machines will infrequently venture south from Canada in search of food, raiding backyard bird feeders like small swarms of locust. The males’ handsome gold, black and white markings make them one of the most popular winter time birds!

When I was kid growing up in NE Pennsylvania in the 1970’s and early 80’s, every winter we would have hordes of Evening Grosbeaks drop in to gorge on our sunflower seeds. It wouldn’t be unusual to have flocks of 50+ drop in unexpected, feed ravenously, then quickly disappear.  Unfortunately, in the last 20 years the population of Evening Grosbeaks has been declining throughout their range. Scientists believe the main reasons for their decline is due to habitat loss in their northern breeding forests and pesticides used to control spruce budworm, an important food source for them, and other northern bird species.

My birding year, and outdoor adventures, would not be complete if I didn’t get a chance to see at least one Grosbeak, every year…….and maybe, just maybe, when the cold winds blow down from Canada, I may get another look at those eye-catching winter visitors from the north! Enjoy the Outdoors!

We stood there motionless on a frozen lake just north of Yellowknife, Northwest Territories in Canada’s far north. Our eyes gazed upward at the waves of green, pink and white that danced and rolled across the moonlit and star-filled night sky. As quickly as the illuminations disappeared from the horizon in front of us, they would appear directly over our heads, or ripple behind us, or sometimes both! The air temperature was -23°F (-30°C), and with each warm breath we exhaled, the moisture on our fogged-up glasses quickly formed ice crystals. I wiped off the cold, pulled back the sleeve of my goose down parka and looked at my watch. It was 12:30 am. I’m not sure why I cared about knowing what time it was at that particular moment, but for some reason I simply wanted to make a mental note of the exact time we first experienced the Aurora borealis, also known as the Northern Lights. I use the word “experienced” because it was more than just “seeing” them. It was being there-together, in that environment, at that exact time. But even as we both managed to snap a few really beautiful photos with cold, draining batteries, there were many moments that we put the cameras and phones away and watched in pure amazement! You couldn’t help it, and you just wanted “the show” to continue all night!

Experiencing this long-awaited bucket list item included many months of planning as to where, when and how to go. Should we hire a guide, go with a pre-arranged tour, or go it alone. In the end, we decided to go with one-man tour company (www.seannorman.com), the “Aurora Chaser,” and it was the best decision we made! Sean enthusiastically shared his passion and knowledge of how this natural phenomenon occurs, and why. Listening to his personal stories and connections to nature and the native culture, it was easy to get excited about his appetite (and addiction) to viewing the Aurora!

As we learned, the Northern Lights are actually the result of collisions between gaseous particles in the Earth’s atmosphere with charged particles released from the sun’s atmosphere. The lights are seen above the magnetic poles of the northern and southern hemispheres. They are known as ‘Aurora borealis’ in the north and ‘Aurora australis’ in the south. It can happen in a variety of eerie colors, including green, blue, white, pink, and in rarer instances, red and purple. Sean told us in that you can view them in Yellowknife from August through April, but you must have clear skies.

Our adventure to the Great White North was not limited to just the wonderful nightly display of the Aurora. Yellowknife had much more to offer during our visit to this frozen destination in March. We also explored some of the remote territorial parks in search of a few of the native birds and other wildlife.

We learned about the history of the region, the animals that live in the boreal forest and the rich culture of the indigenous Dene people at the Prince of Wales Northern Heritage Centre.

Our travels found us driving down the Dettah Ice Road on Great Slave Lake and we discovered the annual Snow King Ice Castle Festival. In between, we enjoyed the local food and met some great people!  As cold as the temps were, Yellowknife was warm and welcoming!  We stuffed a lot into our 5 days in Canada, which also included a quick side trip from Calgary, Alberta to Lake Louise in Banff National Park, to take in a little snowshoeing in the Canadian Rockies.

Our packed schedule was a bit hectic at times, but mostly it was a fun, fantastic trip with memories we’ll have for a lifetime……and oh, those lights, those beautiful Northern Lights!  Cheers!

I discovered the main clue the critter left behind. I had seen these mysterious small holes before. Horizontal rows of small cavities, called sapwells, drilled into the trunk of a Sugar Maple tree. They were so fresh that sap from the tree was still trickling out of each hole, still wet to the touch. The animal had just been here, and was most likely close by, waiting to return to lap up its reward. It was a type of woodpecker with an appropriate name-the Yellow-bellied Sapsucker.

This robin-sized bird’s behavior of tapping into trees is like any other woodpecker. But its attraction to sucking up the oozing sap with its specialized, brush-tipped tongue is a bit unique in the bird world. The sap also attracts insects, which the sapsucker will gladly dine on along with the flowing, sweet liquid. In winter, they may feed on any leftover berries or fruits. Occasionally in the winter, we’ve had them visit our backyard bird feeding area, pecking away at the suet.

In the U.S. and Canada, there are four sapsucker species that occur-the Yellow-bellied, Red-breasted, Red-naped and Williamson’s. Only the Yellow-bellied can be found regularly in the east. The other 3 inhabit the western part of the country. They prefer mixed deciduous-coniferous forests, but can also be found in parks and backyard woodlots. Common trees they visit include maple, birch, aspen, poplar and several fruit trees, like apple trees.

Sapsuckers are one of my favs! I always enjoy seeing these cool-looking birds and hearing their cat like calls each spring. The next time you’re out and about in the forest, look for the distinctive sapwells of the Yellow-bellied Sapsucker! Enjoy!

……….my true love gave to me:

Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!

Energetically Curious. That’s how I would best describe one of my favorite songbirds-the Carolina Wren. These cinnamon-colored wrens with a long, white eyebrow are common year-round residents in the East. They can be found in a variety of habitats, including woodlots, backyards, parks and even wetlands, but always near, or in, thick brush. Growing up in Pennsylvania, these were very uncommon birds, and difficult to find. But, over the years the Carolina Wren’s range has steadily expanded north, especially with more mild winters.

One of the coolest things I like about this active, little bird is its constant curiosity. It seems as if no nook or cranny is off limits, as it searches for small insects and fruit. At our home in Virginia, they dart around our back deck, woodpile and shed. They pick suet from the feeders and take baths in the water that collects on the picnic table. Their snooping has even brought them into our house through a back door or garage door that’s been left open. Even at my workplace, there’s a pair that somehow find their way into our small shop, hopping around the rafters, along the floor and in and out of the shelves. Don’t get me wrong, I’m pleasantly surprised to see them, but it’s sometimes a bit challenging getting them out!

Another feature of the Carolina Wren I enjoy is their song. Although they may have several variations, one of their common vocalizations is a 2-syllable song described as “cheery, cheery, cheery, cheery, cheery.” (click below to hear the song of the Carolina Wren) Sometimes, their song changes to a 3-syllable verse, described as “tea-kett-le, tea-kett-le, tea-kett-le.”

They’re also one of the few songbirds that will sing all year-round. I’m lucky to have a job that allows me to work in the great outdoors, and it’s refreshing to come in on a cold, dreary winter day and see a robust little, brown bird sitting on the fence loudly ringing its loud, bubbly song. Sing on Sweet Carolina Wren, sing on!

We were 30 miles or so from our coastal destination when we began to smell a hint of salt air drifting in our windows. Just a trace at first, growing stronger with each passing mile.  Although we have visited the beach many times before, we were still excited, still eager to walk in the sand and hear the power of the crashing waves once again!  Big Blue knew it too, as he pulled us along like a giant magnet. Before reaching our mini beach holiday, we made a couple stops, including a delicious pulled pork BBQ sandwich for lunch, as well as stopping to learn about the local, but booming, peanut and cotton industry in SE Virginia.

Except for birding trips with my dad, I did not grow up a “beach person.” But my wife lived closer to the shore than I did and took summer vacations to Delaware with her family. However, we have many relatives and friends that did (and do) spend their summers and/or weekends “down at the Jersey Shore,” or relaxing in one the coastal towns of Maryland, Virginia or North Carolina. The one thing they’ve all shared with me, is that sense of relaxation they feel as they approach their favorite beach spot. Some may refer to it as stress relief, but it really does calm your soul as you take that first barefoot stroll along the shoreline, warm sun on your back, wet sand gently oozing between your toes and the cool ocean water splashing against your legs. Some of us even test the mighty ocean waves on our first walk, trying to dodge the larger ones, and telling yourself that one won’t reach me. Then, seemingly without warning, it sneaks up and crashes into you, wetting the bottom of your shorts before you’ve even unpacked your bags! Even after 40 years of doing the same thing, I still foolishly shout out, “I wasn’t expecting that,” as I quickly check to make sure my cell phone that was hiding in my pocket, hadn’t been temporarily submerged in the Atlantic Ocean!  

Theresa and I experience that same feeling of serenity when we venture to the coast. But for us, it’s also about re-visiting the variety of coastal wildlife we normally don’t see where we live in the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia. Maybe it’s the pods of dolphins playing in the surf, or the many crabs that slowly crawl along the sand, but dash like Olympic sprinters into their holes as you approach them.  But more than any other critters, it’s the “beach birds” we enjoy seeing the most. We pause to admire the flying skills of a large Brown Pelican gliding effortlessly inches over the surface of the water, disappearing behind each cresting wave, then suddenly re-appearing as if it was there the entire time. We laugh as we watch small, delicate flocks of Sanderlings hurriedly running toward the mighty ocean on each outgoing wave searching for sand crabs, then hastily retreating toward land from the next incoming wave-like the opening theme song from the old TV show the Monkees!  

It was late September and our annual fall adventure had us headed to Nags Head, on the Outer Banks of North Carolina. We were a bit hesitant about going since parts of these barrier islands had sustained some serious damage from Hurricane Dorian, which grazed the area with 100+ mph winds and strong storm surge just a couple weeks earlier. Fortunately for us, they were spared the harshest part of the storm where we were staying. However, in our travels to the southern end of Hatteras Island the damage was very obvious, with many large piles of tree branches and dozens of salt water-damaged appliances (from storm surge) stacked up along the road, waiting to be picked up. We had heard the damage on Ocracoke Island and points further south was even worse. We hope they recover quickly.

Although we talked about taking a couple of days to just relax and “sleep in” on this trip, of course that didn’t happen. We awoke each morning by 6:00 am, grabbed our coffee, and headed down to the beach to welcome the sunrise with a few dozen photos.  As far as landscape photography goes, it’s hard to top the beauty of a rising sun over the ocean, with its canvas of pink and orange colors and rolling surf. In addition to our many beach walks, we also took advantage of the warm, sunny weather and booked a guided kayak tour in the waters of Pamlico Sound, within Pea Island National Wildlife Refuge. As we paddled we saw pelicans, terns, gulls, cormorants and a few egrets. Gazing down in the clear water, we were lucky enough to catch sight of a few sting rays and Blue crabs that passed under our quiet boats. Kayaking is a great way to see wildlife up close!

The beach can be a special place. Maybe it’s the salt, the sand, the sun, the waves or the wildlife-maybe it’s a combination of all of them. For many people it’s a place to kick back, slow down and absorb what nature has to offer. You can feel it as you inch closer and closer to the coast. One famous quote sums it nicely, “Ah, the smell of salt and sand. There is no elixir on this blessed earth like it.”  Get Out and About!