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Jennette’s Pier Part 2…. and some fish whispering.

 

By the time we reached the end of the pier and turned around? We were walking icicles from the frigid wind…

 

 

And I think the husband was starting to rethink this whole marriage thing.

 

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I kept telling him it was a beautiful, brisk, clear day….

 

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And he kept stifling his impulse to heave me over the side.

 

 

Yes, like that.

 

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Heading back to the building we followed red memorial fish…

 

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Agreed wholeheartedly with a turtle….

 

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And discovered there was a miniature aquarium inside.

 

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Fish are wonderful.

 

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And sometimes wonderfully strange.

 

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I always wonder what the heck they’re thinking.

 

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Here’s my husband, the Fish Whisperer, having a moment.

 

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It’s odd. He sidles up next to a tank and they flock to him….

 

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Which allows me to get some fun shots.

 

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Is it me…

 

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Or is that an awfully small head for such a large body?

 

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Interspecies communing over, I thought about trying to get the husband to walk the beach with me…

 

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But I was envisioning another wife with a bad idea buried under that mound of sand and called it good.

 

 

 

 

Jennette’s Pier, Nags Head North Carolina…. cold wind, cursing, birds and the death of a hairdo.

 

Continuing farther down the coast of the Outer Banks, I wanted to stop and walk out on a pier.

(Have I mentioned that I have a knack for picking the coldest, windiest, most frigid days to do this? Seriously… it’s a gift. If there’s one bitter cold day on an otherwise delightfully warm 2 week vacation? That’s the one I’ll choose to walk out on a pier.)

 

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There’s the husband, bracing himself against the wind and giving me (and my phone) the evil eye.

 

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And there’s the entrance to Jennette’s Pier, the biggest and best in Nags Head.

 

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Gladly.

This type… and the other. It was too damn cold for either of them.

 

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Approaching the entrance…. you don’t follow a yellow brick road.

 

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But a line of memorial blue fish.

I love this idea!

 

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A quick peek at the beach…

 

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The map…

 

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And me mumbling ‘Holy Crap it’s freezing! Can you read the pier history a little faster please?’

 

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A quick peek at the beach on the other side.

 

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Through the gate…

 

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Past the turtle.

And finally, the door…

 

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Where the husband had to hold on to his hat so it didn’t fly off.

It was that windy.

A brief warm respite inside to pay the $2 ticket price and out we went.

 

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As piers go?

It rocked.

 

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Even the birds agreed.

 

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These guys were everywhere.

 

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Fighting the wind just like us.

 

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Hairdo?

Not so much.

 

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So we walked….

 

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Shivering in the arctic blast…. with the husband cursing me under his breath.

 

 

Good times.

 

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Every now and then there would be a wind break where we’d huddle to catch our breath.

 

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And then finally, we reached the end.

 

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Where the husband realized we had to walk back, into the wind…. and started cursing me under his breath all over again.