"There is little game on the island, but the village seems overrun with cats. Dogs seem to be scarce. We finally broke through the scrub to the beach and there a mile away was the ocean. We returned to the hotel [Pamlico Inn], ate, and roamed further through the town. There were no street lights, and we were nearly run over several times by youngsters playing hide and seek. Later we sat outside the dance floor at the hotel and watched the younger element cut up. The hotel dances are a nightly performance. Everyone seems welcome. One youngster winds the Victrola and the rest dance, and tramp and stamp around. Tired, we took a last look out over the sound and turned in. The last thing I heard was the Victrola still going strong."
|Ocracoke Square Dance, 2010|
This month's Ocracoke Newsletter is an essay by Philip Howard explaining why he decided to stay on the island as Hurricane Florence approached. You can read it here: