The Snow Miser Strikes

A little bit, anyway.

Evidently, Snow Miser has something on Heat Miser on account of Heat Miser allowed some real winter on the Outer Banks over the last few weeks. It's not often that we see the Currituck Sound iced over, but iced over it was, all along the edges. That, coupled with some stiff winds, made for some beautiful ice formations where there normally ain't none.

After our foray onto the sub-freezing beach in the fierce winds and blowing sand, Rosie & I went in search of pretty, sparkly ice. We didn't have to look far, especially after my friend Russ posted some very nice icy pictures taken from the causeway on his blog. So the causeway was our goal. This is the road leading from the Outer Banks to Roanoke Island, home of The Lost Colony and the town of Manteo, the county seat of Dare County. There is a thin strip of land running west before you hit the bridge, and it was on this strip of land, at the water's edge, that we decided to stop.

I think Rosie's pictures of the event are better than mine. I was so cold by then, I just wanted to soak in the efficient heater in my trusty Subaru. Although, I kind of like the last one below.

On the way back to the house, I wanted to stop at Jockey's Ridge to find the castle. The dunes ate a mini-golf course many years ago. I posted about this before, so you can refresh your memory here.

The castle was there in the evening sun, in all its gobbled up glory.

But it seems SOMEONE didn't want to get out of the warm car and trudge up the dunes with me. Wuss.

When I left Rosie's, it was dark. My mother called as I was pulling out of Rosie's neighborhood. When she heard I had only started for home, she no doubt wrung her hands with worry until I called to tell her I was home . . . in the house . . . with the door locked.

But, on the drive back, I found the haunted house. I love to look at in the daytime . . .

. . .but, at night, it is positively eerie.

Oh, one more thing. Rosie spied something that I had to turn around for. One last picture. Through the window of the warm car.

Morning woodies. Yeah, I like those.