My photographer refused to set the alarm on Sunday July 19, 2020 because my cranky friend wanted to spend as much time as he could in the $500 room. When the cleaning service knocked on the door, he shouted and told them he had planned on staying in the room until we were legally forced to leave at 11:00am. In my mind, Tom was being a jerk; but at the same time, the five hundred bucks didn’t come from my wallet, and I understood why he was angry. Tom was in the midst of a full-fledged COBS flare-up because of the price gouging he and his wife had experienced.
When we finally had the Edge packed at precisely 11:00am, the three of us made the two-mile journey to the Wright Brothers National Memorial. Even though my photographer and I had visited the site in 2019 with Mongo, Tom wanted to snap a few images of me at the site where Orville and Wilbur Wright flew the first airplane in 1903. Although the NPS had kept the museum and Visitor Center closed due to the virus, the outdoor sites were open to the public. Even though there were a lot of vehicles in the parking lot, we didn’t see many tourists walking around the area where the Wright’s took flight – which was fine with us. A year earlier, during our 2019 visit to the Wright Memorial, I saw the site from the camera case because I only posed for photos at Presidential sites. But after that trip, Tom decided to start photographing me at all of the sites; Presidential or not.
Tom placed me on the replica monorail that was identical to the authentic 1903 version and I stood precisely where the Wright Brothers first became airborne on Thursday December 17, 1903. As I stood there and thought about the history that occurred on that spot in the sand, it was as though I could see Wilbur Wright running alongside The Flyer as Orville lifted off the ground for the first time. When we were finished at the launch site, my photographer carried me out to the white monument that marked the landing spot, or should I say “crashing spot”, of the first flight. When Orville Wright took to the air at exactly 10:35am on that cold December morning, his up and down flight of The Flyer lasted only 12 seconds and covered a total of 120 feet. Soon after we arrived at that historic site, however, it quickly became evident that Orville wasn’t the only one to crash there. Seconds after Tom carefully set me on the rough, uneven top of the white marker for a photo, a gust of wind blew me off and I fell to the concrete slab below. While my left eyebrow suffered a small scuff mark when my face hit the cement, most of the damage came at the expense of my left knee. Once again my stainless steel skeleton was exposed, this time just above the spot where my breeches met my stockings. Although it wasn’t my worst injury as I was able to still stand upright, I knew that another surgical procedure, this time to repair my damaged knee, was in my future. When Tom placed me back into the camera case, I could only smile. After all, for a split second, I flew through the air where the Wright’s had once flown. And even though my “flight” was accidental, and created by wind and gravity, it was still a special moment to me.
Our stay at the Wright Brothers National Memorial lasted less than 45 minutes, which was okay because I knew Tom had planned on returning to the historic site with his grandkids at some point during their weeklong stay. My photographer and his wife made a stop at Walmart to purchase some supplies for the week and I was extremely happy that Tom left me in the Edge during their shopping spree; primarily because I hate Walmart. During our 50-plus-mile drive south, we made two additional stops before we left the Nags Head area – one was at HomeGoods to pacify Vicki’s obsession with Rae Dunn pottery and the other was at the Sonic Drive-In to pacify my photographer’s obsession with food. Once Vicki had placed their small lunch order, it took over 20 minutes for their food to be delivered to the car. I laughed as my photographer grew impatient during the long wait. “Sonic is short for supersonic; but if they move any slower they’ll go backwards. I realize everything moves slow in the south, but this is ridiculous. Instead of ordering lunch, we should’ve placed a dinner request because it’ll be dinner-time by the time we get our food.”
Although my companions had been notified by Surf or Sound Realty that they would receive the passcode to their beach house in Avon after three o’clock, we arrived at 1:30pm to make sure we could find the place. Just as we were about to leave, Tom received the email he’d been waiting for – we were in. Our rental was like the other ocean-front homes on the Outer Banks as it had been built on elevated stilts or piling foundations, which meant it took some effort for my photographer and his wife to lug all of their belongings up the multi-level set of stairs.
Our beach house was called Driftwood, and it was located along the shore of the Atlantic Ocean in Avon, North Carolina. Shortly after we moved in, the rest of the gang arrived – which meant my peace and quiet had ended. While I didn’t spend much time on the beach because I didn’t want to get sand in the spring around my neck, I did tag along during our other outings away from Avon. Now please sit back and take a look at the images my photographer captured during our stay in the Outer Banks of North Carolina.
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My photographer and his wife had ‘Driftwood’ cleaned and all of their gear safely stowed aboard the Edge by 8:15am on Sunday July 26, 2020. Even though I was glad to leave the Outer Banks, I knew that Tom and Vicki enjoyed the week with their family. My companions figured the memories that were made, especially for the three older grandkids, were priceless and were something they would talk about and rehash for the rest of their lives.
There were only five days left on the trip and I was excited because those days were scheduled to be filled with Presidential, NASCAR, and Andy Griffith sites. In other words, it was a smorgasbord for all three of us. As I stood alone in my camera case for the 230-mile ride to Raleigh, I couldn’t get my fall at the Wright Brothers’ “First Flight” site out of my mind. Even though it was a gust of wind and gravity that gave me flight (or made me fall) for a micro-second, it was still cool to know that I had flown and crash-landed at the same place Orville Wright did in 1903. Now that’s what I call making history come to life!
My name is Thomas Watson and I've been a U.S. history fanatic since I was 9 years old. In 2013, I decided to take my passion to the next level when I purchased a Thomas Jefferson bobble head with the sole intention of photographing that bobble head at Presidential sites. From that first day on July 10, 2013 at Spiegel Grove in Fremont, Ohio, this journey has taken on a life of its own. Now, nearly 40,000 miles later, I thought it was time to share the experiences, stories, and photos of Jefferson's travels. Keep in mind, this entire venture has been done with the deepest respect for the men who held the office as our President; no matter what their political affiliations, personal ambitions, or public scandals may have been. This blog is intended to be a true tribute to the Presidents of the United States and this story will be told Through the Eyes of Jefferson. I hope you enjoy the ride!
2 thoughts on “131: SUN, SURF, SAND, AND SURGERY IN THE OBX”
I enjoyed seeing the Wright Brothers site again. TJ is sure a tough SOB. I guess the kids/grandkids didn’t want to visit the site.
Your beach house looked great. Nothing like watching a sunrise over the ocean.
Great family photo!
You are correct, Bob, the bobble head and I were the only ones who wanted to go to the Wright Brothers site. All the others said it was too hot, so they opted for a dang candy store instead. LOL The beach house on the ocean was nice, although it was an uphill hike on a rugged path to get to the actual water and we could barely see the ocean from the house. The sunrises and sunsets on the OBX are spectacular, but everything is pretty pricey to stay out there.
I enjoyed seeing the Wright Brothers site again. TJ is sure a tough SOB. I guess the kids/grandkids didn’t want to visit the site.
Your beach house looked great. Nothing like watching a sunrise over the ocean.
Great family photo!
You are correct, Bob, the bobble head and I were the only ones who wanted to go to the Wright Brothers site. All the others said it was too hot, so they opted for a dang candy store instead. LOL The beach house on the ocean was nice, although it was an uphill hike on a rugged path to get to the actual water and we could barely see the ocean from the house. The sunrises and sunsets on the OBX are spectacular, but everything is pretty pricey to stay out there.