Two of those forces, the great currents of the western Atlantic – the warm, cobalt-blue waters of the Gulf Stream flowing north, and the cold, murky green Labrador Current traveling south – have been meeting and mingling for thousands of years in a maelstrom that extends a full eight miles off the tip of Cape Hatteras.
Years ago, much of the lumber that washed ashore from the shipwrecks in those turbulent waters was used to build homes for the “Bankers”, those independent souls who called these fragile chain of remote islands home.
A thousand feet out over the Atlantic Ocean, the fish certainly looked to be biting the day we walked North Carolina’s oldest pier.
Holy mackerel; now we’re talking “catch of the day”.
My favorite plank was John E. Bryant’s “Gone Fishin’ Forever”.
Of course, just to be on the safe side, I opened my eyes and snapped one last picture.