Tuesday, the day after the non-hurricane hurricane, we spent the day at the Currituck Lighthouse in Corolla, NC. The lighthouse, finished in 1858, is on the National Register of Historic Places and it’s open for visitors to climb its 220 steps.
Unless there’s a fake pandemic, then you’re screwed.
So after finding out the lighthouse was closed, we toured the grounds. We walked over an historic bridge which leads to the Currituck Sound, checked out the Whalehead Club, which was built in the 1920’s, and learned the site was used for spotting German U-Boats during World War II…
As we were walking back to the car, Kevin found this little piece of heaven…
(Click to ebmiggen.) If teh interwebz weren’t lying to me, this is a ringneck snake. Kevin wanted to get a closer look, but the snake was coiled, so… no. Apparently ringnecks aren’t poisonous, but we kept our distance, anyway.
As if the snake wasn’t exciting enough, when we got to Mrs. Earp’s minivan, it wouldn’t go into gear. I could move the gear shift, but it would not engage. Since I know literally nothing about cars, we called a tow. The man who showed up couldn’t be nicer, and said the, um, thingy, popped off the transmission, which is why the engine wouldn’t engage.
He showed us how to attach the cable if it falls off again, but we asked him if his place could fix it. The garage could, and it’s being repaired as you read this, and it’s not costing us a fortune.
Since Mrs. Earp’s Saturn is a 2006, we’ll be looking for a
new used family truckster when we get back.