Thursday evening Lou Ann & I paid a visit to Frank & Jude's. They live at the very end of a narrow lane, away from summer time activity and traffic. Their property is on the edge of a small waterway that connects to the old slough (near Springer's Point). Across the ditch is marsh and several small hummocks of cedars and live oaks. As we sat on their screened in porch, a single candle burning in a punched tin lantern, enjoying a glass of white wine, and listening to the distant roar of the ocean, we commented on the sense of isolation. We could have been miles from the nearest neighbor.
We stepped out onto the wooden deck several feet above the canal. It was getting dark, but there was still enough light to see the noses of several turtles circling in the water below us. Jude tossed a handful of cat food in their direction. In no time at all dozens of diamond back terrapins were swimming about snapping up the morsels. Jude says as many as four dozen turtles congregate near her house every summer night. In the winter they burrow into the muddy banks and hibernate.
Sometime soon I'm planning on taking Lachlan over to Jude's to watch the turtles.
Our latest Ocracoke Newsletter is the second half of my father's short journal. I call it Remembering Growing up on Ocracoke. You can read it here.