Lou Ann & I were sitting with friends last night alongside Silver Lake harbor. The ferry was just pulling out of its slip as the fiery red-orange orb of the sun was slipping behind the old Coast Guard Station. The western sky was aglow in streaks of color. A gull glided past searching for one last morsel before nightfall. Twas an evening for poets and minstrels and lovers.
Our latest Ocracoke Newsletter has information about the new island Folk School. Click here to read about this new venture.