Ocracoke Campground, Outer Banks, North Carolina
This morning we drove into Ocracoke, parked the motor home, and walked around. It is a scenic little town.


With some interesting shops. Does anyone know what a ragpicker is?

Then, of course, there is the waterfront.


Ocracoke Island was where justice caught up with the legendary pirate Blackbeard.

Here is an brief Wikipedia entry about him:
Teach captured a French merchant vessel, renamed her Queen Anne's Revenge, and equipped her with 40 guns. He became a renowned pirate, his nickname derived from his thick black beard and fearsome appearance; he was reported to have tied lit fuses (slow matches) under his hat to frighten his enemies. He formed an alliance of pirates and blockaded the port of Charles Town, South Carolina, ransoming the port's inhabitants. He then ran Queen Anne's Revenge aground on a sandbar near Beaufort, North Carolina. He parted company with Bonnet and settled in Bath, North Carolina, also known as Bath Town where he accepted a royal pardon. But he was soon back at sea, where he attracted the attention of Alexander Spotswood, the Governor of Virginia. Spotswood arranged for a party of soldiers and sailors to capture the pirate, which they did on 22 November 1718 following a ferocious battle. Teach and several of his crew were killed by a small force of sailors led by Lieutenant Robert Maynard.
Teach was a shrewd and calculating leader who spurned the use of force, relying instead on his fearsome image to elicit the response that he desired from those whom he robbed. Contrary to the modern-day picture of the traditional tyrannical pirate, he commanded his vessels with the consent of their crews and there is no known account of his ever having harmed or murdered those whom he held captive. He was romanticized after his death and became the inspiration for an archetypal pirate in works of fiction across many genres.
That afternoon we returned to the campground and rested a while, then later walked a short nature trail.



It was a quick hike. The whole time we were in the high grass we were swarmed by mosquitoes. These were the first, but far from last, mosquitoes we encountered on our trip. As soon as we emerged from the nature trail the plague ended. We got back to our site to discover we had a visitor.

He left us alone and we left him alone. We retired to our motor home for the night.
Next Location - From Ocracoke Island to Cedar Island
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