We made the Ocracoke ferry at 8am the next day, but were forewarned that the shoals were still a problem. They said that they expected the ferry to shut down again by noon time and then resume around 7pm. We took our chances...
Heavy Coast guard presence there...you just don't see this much USCG activity on the FL or GA coastlines. Saw several helicopters, one Osprey, and a handful of boats like this one.
Had to stop and take a picture of this grand daddy Jeep.
The oldest lighthouse on the east coast is at Ocracoke Inlet.
It had a friendly "guard" waiting for us on the boardwalk.
Getting off the island at around 1pm proved fruitless, so we spent the afternoon on the beach and it was awesome.
We also rented a pedal boat and drove it around the entire Ocracoke sound.
We came back to the ferry around 6:30 only to learn that the ferry route was shut down indefinitely.
We had left our tent, air mattress and a folding table back at the Buxton camp, and we only had planned to stay one more day before heading back to ATL on Wednesday. Now our itinerary got turned upside down and we wound up camping on Ocracoke with the spare tent I had packed and only one sleeping bag with no mattress pad. After the sun went down the greenheads (skeeters) attacked in full force no matter how much bug spray we covered ourselves with. We had eaten sandwiches at Howard's Pub earlier that day, but decided to go back and get dinner there too. Also, we wanted to be able to sit at the bar all night to avoid going back to camp where all we had was a tiny tent and no campfires allowed.
The next day we took the only option we had left, which was the ferry to Cedar Island. The ferry to Swan Quarter was booked and standby was too much of a gamble since we weren't the only ones who got stranded.
Then we drove all the way back up to Manteo, across the Virginia Dare Trail bridge and back down the strand to Buxton. 2.5 hours of ferry and 5 hours of driving, we decided to eat dinner at the Red Drum in Nags head before making the last jaunt to Buxton. We arrived at camp around 8pm, showered and cracked open the last of our beer before calling it a night.
At the crack of dawn on Thursday we broke camp and headed back to Atlanta. It was a memorable trip for sure and we loved the remoteness and isolation from the busy city life. However, next time I put my truck on a ferry, it will be fully packed with nothing left behind.