... Jackie, once the restaurant had closed for the night. The evening was so much fun for us, that on the rather less than sober spur of the moment, we decided we deserved another day on the Outer Banks. Back at our hotel, I rushed to pay for another day of our wonderful room. We went upstairs to get a well deserved sleep and were shocked to find it was barely 10:30 p.m. Well, it had been a long, eventful day.
 
Upon sober and somewhat hung-over reflection the next morning, we thought better of our hasty decision, but the hotel was reluctant to let us undo the extra day we had committed to. That decision having been made, we went to a lovely restaurant whose name escapes me where we thoroughly stuffed ourselves on the breakfast buffet. So you can see, we weren't really badly hung over. After that, we headed north to do a bit of exploring and run a few errands. We hit one of the Brew Thru's to stock up on some Outer Banx beer (brewed in Baltimore, we later discovered, but it reminded us of the Outer Banks just the same when we drank it at the regatta). The young man explained that he could not sell us beer before noon on a Sunday. But were we interested in some lovely Outer Banks T-shirts? We managed to forget those shirts at the Murtos and are looking forward to their arrival in the mail. Then we decided to give our beloved Golf an early treat - a wash and road salt removal even before we hit our usual car wash in Eustis - and while we were at it, we fed her some fuel injector cleaner which she kind of expects on these long trips with SHADES.
 

After that, we enjoyed this beautiful, warm, sunny Sunday where we felt we should: sleeping in our room, with the murmur of the ocean to lull us to sleep. In mid-afternoon, I was awakened by Marc coming back into our room after a long, healthy and invigorating walk along the beach. Even Al had had enough naps by this time. Actually, speaking of naps, we kept seeing - somewhere on our trip - this ad/slogan that said: "Snap out of it!" Can't remember in what connection - an ad writer's nightmare, I suppose - but when I first saw the slogan, I sort of missed the rather intricate letter "S" and thought that Marc and I had discovered our own slogan/mission statement: Nap out of it!! That indeed, summarizes Marc and me on a Midwinters trip.
Anyway, more exploring seemed indicated. We had gone south and north, and the Atlantic blocked the east. That left west where, across a causeway, lay the romantic sounding Roanoke Island.