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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.

 

 

Cape Cod Day 5…. and we’re climbing.

 

The Pilgrims Monument in Provincetown. We came, we saw, we climbed.

And climbed. And climbed. And climbed….

 

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Photo of my husband wondering why we don’t take relaxing vacations on the beach like normal people.

 

Completed in 1910 to commemorate the Pilgrim’s fist landing in Provincetown on November 21, 1620…. the tower is 252 tall and rises 350 feet above sea level.

(Those are Christmas lights radiating down from the top, not support wires. Because hey, if your monument is held up by wires? Even I’m not climbing it.)

 

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                  No alcohol allowed? They really know how to kill a girl’s spirit.

 

This is the tallest all granite structure in the United States, and every single massive piece of stone came from my beautiful state of Maine.

 

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Stairs?

There were a few…

 

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But thankfully there were ramps as well.

 

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And on the day we visited?

 

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It was so cold, windy and damp, the walls were sweating.

We climbed what seemed like forever…. and still had a long way to go.

 

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But there were windows along the way which we opened to peak out.

 

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At which point the wind practically knocked us down.

 

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Granted, looking down was a little nerve wracking.

 

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Good thing my vertigo didn’t kick in, I’d still be there.

 

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Onward and ever upward… we neared the top.

 

 

Run my *ss.

 

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Gimme a few more years and I’ll be crawling.

 

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A few more flights….

 

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Yay!

The top…

 

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Where it was raining….

 

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And blowing a friggin’ gale force.

 

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Time for a quick wild haired selfie…

 

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And a walk around the less windy sides with P’town spread out below…

 

 

 

A farewell to the gargoyles.

 

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And we headed back down to collect my sticker.

I’d earned it!

Cape Cod day 4…. where we search in vain for a lighthouse to explore on Martha’s Vineyard.

 

Who doesn’t love a lighthouse? Raise your hand.

If your hand is up, go sit in the corner while the rest of the nice people enjoy this post.

 

 

We didn’t have any luck exploring the first lighthouse we’d found since it was on private property, but hope springs eternal.

 

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Decisions, decisions.

 

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East Chop has a  lighthouse?

 

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Decision made.

 

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Yay!

A lighthouse….

 

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Boo… a gate that closed it to the public.

0 for 2, we headed to the next one. We’re nothing if not persistent.

Onward!

 

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But apparently not that way.

 

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In case you’re wondering? I’ll take that house, right there.

 

 

Oh, alright. I’ll take Idris Elba as well.

So… Gay Head Light.

 

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We found it, parked down below and walked through the gate.

 

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Then we saw it.

 

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It…

And the gate that blocked the entrance to it.

 

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May I just say…. WTF Martha’s Vineyard?

Strike 3. Okay, I give up.

 

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There it is, a perfectly nice lighthouse.

 

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I’m sure it was marvelous inside, not that we’ll ever know.

 

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But the views of the Aquinnah Cliffs?

 

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Admittedly, pretty wonderful.

Wind?

 

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A wee bit.

Goodbye hairdo. Next trip to the Vineyard? I’m wearing a hat and never taking it off.

And because every vacation post must have rocks?

 

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Rocks.

Rocks that mark the sight where the lighthouse originally stood.

 

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Rocks.

 

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Rocks with the late afternoon sun.

You’re welcome.