Travel Tuesday…

Posted on the 11 July 2012 by Drowqueen @theburnedhand

Pack for the kids.  Pack for three dachshunds.  Pack for me.  Fitting it all in the mini-van and getting here with only one stop in roughly 5 hours, great.  View from our cottage…awesome:)  Relax.  We are on beach time now.  Where are we?  We are here.  You can follow the link to read about “Kinnakeet” or Avon as it appears on the map.

Our view at night

Our view from the Good Winds restaurant

I became aware of how windy it really was down here on this portion of the island and I instantly fell in love with the idea of kitesurfing or kiteboarding.  I can’t tell you how fun this sport looks.  I watched it mesmerized…ask my family.  I pondered the complexity and how fast I could learn.  I noticed many young men trying it out with ease, so I stopped and asked a guy.  He claimed I would need hours of lessons and practice, etc.  Sigh.  It looks so cool.  My family told me to move on from this dream.  I will let you know if I decide to go for it.

Ahem.  Moving on…my family likes to eat and drink.  In no particular order.  We took a break from the pool and drove on down the island to Hatteras.  We were just seeing what was there really, besides the lighthouse.

With lots of fishing boats nearby, you can believe I have already eaten tuna, sashimi style, mahi bites, shrimp, more tuna, blackened mahi, and then a true delight:

That is shrimp and grits folks and I ate every single bite.  I started eating it before I realized I hadn’t taken a photo.  It was full of andouille sausage, cheesy grits, tomato, mushrooms and of course fat shrimp.  A bit pricy, but great.  We stopped at a little place on the Pamlico sound just because it looked like it had the best views.  I had no idea it was considered quite posh.  We had the best service and the best food.  Whew.  Well, I’m done updating you for now.  We are having a killer storm and I love looking at the lightning flash across the sky, but I don’t need my laptop fried:)

“I always knew that food and wine were vital, with my mother being Italian and a good cook.”  ~Robert Mondavi