Its tuesday morning, and i,m at a KOA just outside Savannah Georgia. Travels have been great and Gina is holding up well.
Since the last post i had headed out from NOVA (northern Virginia) towards Kitty Hawk and Cape Hatteras in North Carolina.
Sadly I opted not to see my great friends in Deleware on the way out (schedule, weather etc.) the pull to head south ultimatley was the deciding factor.
The van was running excellent, though not engineered specifically for american freeways still she did well, cruising speed is around 58.
Kitty Hawk was the first sighting of actual Atlantic ocean; ponts between including Richmond, Norfolk and then on to the Outer Banks.  Here is Kitty Hawk beach in beautiful sunset mode, no wind and even a little surf.

All 4 state parks with campgrounds were closed and locked for the season (which is a strange phenomenon in the north Atlantic States and applies to many things, I believe I was supposed to be indoors somewhere watching the football game) the night was spent at the Coquina beach parking area.  Huge deer and a cavalcade of rifle shots in the AM, the prefered method on the outer banks is for all hunters to synchronize their watches and fire rapidly at 6:20 AM, then set off on foot and look for old Bucks that had heart attacks.

The beach was loaded with shells, i got a few nice small Conch and Scallop shells, then headed off for Ocracoke via Rodanthe; where the gas station has amazing breakfast sandwiches and a small Gerbil exhibit to commemorate a film shot here a few years back.

This is the free Ferry to Ocracoke island.  

Got stuck in some roadside sand on Ocracoke, a nice couple helped me out with a tow strap, i gave them a nice bottle of Bulleit though they deserved a bottle of Pappy.  Then, off to the end of the road, passing a sign announcing that "god reads knee mail" and another that said "don't forget your bucket of chicken for the beach" summing up 99% of a travelers needs with only 2 signs is not too shabby.  Next; catch the ferry to Cedar Island and head for the Crystal Coast. A nice secluded island full of sea birds.

I made a small drive through the dirty little hovel known as Smyrna, then along the coast on Cedar Island; a mix of really high end beach estates and mobile home summer "campgrounds". I got some firewood, coffee, fruit and a Dynamite wine " 3l, Cabernet Sauvingion, Black Box Estates, Valle Central Chile, Vintage 2012"

I settled in at the Cedar Point Campground  in the Croatan national forest.  20 minutes later i was plugged in at camp site 10, eating hot spaghetti fireside drinking a tall cab from a Masters cup.