It’s almost time for me to head back across the ocean, home to England. But before then, we’re ending our road trip in a place that feels like home now: the North Carolina coast.
This isn’t my first time to the Outer Banks. It’s my third, in fact. And every time I come I fall in love with it all over again. I mean, how could you not?! Beautiful coastal small towns, white houses that shine in the sun, sweet tea served in every establishment… what’s not to love?
This time around though, I got to tick one more thing off my bucket list: I got to see wild horses. Shackleford Banks are only accessible by boat, and one particular boat at that since the island is a National Park. And one thing you should know about me is that I do not like boats. At. All. But for wild horses, I can make an exception.
I arrived at the island a little after 9am on a Thursday morning and as soon as I stepped onto the sand, there they were: the wild horses of Shackleford. Beautiful doesn’t even cover it. But Shackleford is more than it’s horses. I had a wonderful morning there that made me so so happy. I saw the horses. I collected shells practically as big as my head. I walked across white sands and under perfect blue skies. I walked, knee deep in the ocean, across sand banks. It was perfect.
And it was a perfect way to say goodbye to North Carolina.