||[Apr. 28th, 2008|12:33 pm]
Not the waterfowl or the activity; the city. Work travel has brought me to Duck, North Carolina for a few days. I'm staying at a hotel called the Sanderling Inn and discovering that I really should do this vacation thing more often. |
I got very lucky on this trip to compensate for a bit of scheduling unpleasantness. Last week from Wednesday through Friday I was in Arlington for a workshop. The get-together I'm at right now started yesterday evening and runs through Wednesday afternoon. Since it would have been monumentally inefficient (and, more to the point, quite expensive) for me to fly home on Saturday and then back out here on Sunday, I was able to argue successfully for a rare luxury: a day off in a nice hotel with work picking up the tab. That's never happened to me before. In an age of ever-decreasing budgets it's conceivable that it won't ever happen again. I enjoyed it for everything it's worth. If this weren't already an eight-day trip, and if it weren't a day's drive each way, I would have tacked on some extra time on the trip to go visit clubjuggler and jklgoduke. There's always November.
I'm no more than a hundred yards from the ocean. On the drive in I passed so many millions of dollars of houses that my brain overflowed. On the Outer Banks even the one-story houses are two stories tall to allow for the hurricanes. When I lived in Chapel Hill a hurricane was something we planned for but expected to see only rarely. There's a lot of terrain that will slow down, exhaust, or divert any weather before it gets to us. Out here... a hurricane will roll right over the island without even blinking. I can only imagine what the insurance must cost.
My hair is a hopeless mess of curls from the humidity. It doesn't matter what I do to it or how acceptable it appears in the mirror: within 15 minutes it's back to whatever shape it cares to assume.
Vacation. I really should do that sort of thing more often.
Excellent! Although I wish we could see you, you're right about it being rather a long hike to get there from here. I spent part of spring break on the Outer Banks (actually, we stayed in Manteo) with my folks and Big-B. For a lark, we toured one of the beach places in Duck or Corolla that was having an open house - I think they were asking 3 or 4 million for it - 9 bedroom, 9 full + 3 half baths, pool, ocean beyond that, two pool tables, movie theater, etc. It was fun to poke through, especially on a frigidly rainy day, but I can't imagine ever staying there. We also had fun at the Wright Brothers memorial / museum at Kill Devil Hills and the reenactment park on Roanoke Island, and drove all the way down to Hatteras and up to Corolla. I hope you get to play tourist as well as working!
One of the things I really like about this group of people is that playing tourist can be an integral part of work. Tomorrow afternoon's second-session agenda is a field trip to the Wright Brothers museum. I promise pictures.
(speaking of which, I still need to upload all the pictures from the cruise...)
(smile) Sounds wonderful.
And thank you for sharing your stories from the cruise. I really enjoyed them as well.
Good for you! You deserve more vacations than you take. (Speaking of which, when are you going to visit me? ;) )
Sounds like fun!
And, I know exactly what you mean about the curls!
It's been years since I've been in Duck. We used to go to the Outer Banks every other year when I was a kid. Usually I prefer the southern Banks near Hatteras and Frisco and Buxton, but the northern Outer Banks have their charms as well.
And yeah, it's nice when work takes you to a place where you can do fun stuff and then gives you time to do it in, like in the long weekend you just got. I've been very lucky in that regard over the last ten years.
Glad to hear that your $EMPLOYER actually did The Right Thing and that you got a little vacation of the deal. My parents have stayed at the Sanderling Inn a couple times, and we all went there for dinner a few years ago when we rented a house in Duck for a family trip. Nice place.