Monday, November 5, 2012
Saturday, June 30, 2012
The Dream of the Crab
Mirror mirror on the sound
where the good times can be found
Life on the water sure is fab
pinched and doubled up, the dream of the crab
Monday, June 25, 2012
Blue Crab Tavern 4th Of July Backyard Bash
The 4th of July brings one of the largest parties of year at the Blue Crab Tavern. A crew shows up early and roasts a full pig for a true Eastern Carolina pig pickin'. A band plays (this year it is local favorite, High Tide) and the horseshoe pits are busy all day. A great way to join in on the festivities is to take your boat, kayak or skiff to the Blue Crab docks. No need to drive that car. Hope to see you there.
Outer Banks Beach Magic
We were approached by a PR company that was hosting an unveiling of the 2013 Outback for Subaru on the beaches of Corolla, North Carolina. They were bringing in reporters for alternative media to show them all the features of the new car in a fun, exciting atmosphere.
Sunday, June 24, 2012
Boat Graveyard of Colington
Colington Island holds a secret. Somewhere within this estuary and it's vast network of salt creeks lies a watercraft graveyard.
Boat Graveyard of Colington from Captainwow on Vimeo.
The term 'Graveyard of the Atlantic' is used to describe the treacherous waters in the Atlantic Ocean along the Outer Banks of North Carolina. The hazards of severe weather, strong currents, and navigational challenges combined to cause the loss of thousands of ships and an unknown number of human lives. More than 1,000 ships have sunk in these waters since records began in 1526.
The area around the Colington, however, hides another graveyard. This 'Graveyard of Colington' is not caused by nature. For decades, it has become a place where waterman bring their boats to die. The boats in this video are not the result of Hurricane Irene or any other storm. Hidden up one of the many saltwater creeks around the island, a small fleet of fishing skiffs, sail boats and pleasure craft have a permanent berth in the marsh. At least two dozen have been scuttled here. Many more may lie on the bottom.
Colington Island is one part of a chain of barrier islands, which form the Outer Banks, separating the vast sounds of an estuarine system from the Atlantic Ocean. Historically a fishing village, Colington has become a development for vacation homes and affordable housing. The road leading onto the island is one of the most heavily traveled secondary roads in the state. That's why it's better to travel by water. Just be careful of the ghosts.
Boat Graveyard of Colington from Captainwow on Vimeo.
The term 'Graveyard of the Atlantic' is used to describe the treacherous waters in the Atlantic Ocean along the Outer Banks of North Carolina. The hazards of severe weather, strong currents, and navigational challenges combined to cause the loss of thousands of ships and an unknown number of human lives. More than 1,000 ships have sunk in these waters since records began in 1526.
The area around the Colington, however, hides another graveyard. This 'Graveyard of Colington' is not caused by nature. For decades, it has become a place where waterman bring their boats to die. The boats in this video are not the result of Hurricane Irene or any other storm. Hidden up one of the many saltwater creeks around the island, a small fleet of fishing skiffs, sail boats and pleasure craft have a permanent berth in the marsh. At least two dozen have been scuttled here. Many more may lie on the bottom.
Colington Island is one part of a chain of barrier islands, which form the Outer Banks, separating the vast sounds of an estuarine system from the Atlantic Ocean. Historically a fishing village, Colington has become a development for vacation homes and affordable housing. The road leading onto the island is one of the most heavily traveled secondary roads in the state. That's why it's better to travel by water. Just be careful of the ghosts.
Sunday, December 26, 2010
North Carolina crab slough Oysters, Colington Style
Eating North Carolina oysters, Colington style at the Blue Crab Tavern
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
The Most Misunderstood Name
When you hear the term Dead Bird Buggy Bash, what does that say to you?
Once upon a time I was an honorary Texan living in Austin. During the Thanksgiving Holidays, instead of coming home to North Carolina's Outer Banks to spend time with family, the wife and I would join our second family along the Gulf Coast in Galveston where we would fly kites, socialize, and celebrate the holiday.
Our second family was a group of kite and wind traction enthusiasts that brought Thanksgiving to the beach. They named it Dead Bird Buggy Bash (DBBB). No, it wasn't for the expired shorebirds you might see along the roads or beach. It was for the turkeys. This was the first place I had ever seen anyone deep fry a turkey. A whole turkey. Several, in fact...
Always a feast. Not only the moistest turkey you could put in your mouth, but hams, brisket, gulf shrimp, a mess of fixin's and sides, plus cobbler cooked in a dutch oven.
Everyone brings something to share and the group chips in for the turkeys. It's a warm, welcoming Texan environment that makes you feel right at home.
The beaches on each end of Galveston Island are large and mostly hard pack, making it perfect for landboards, kite buggys and land sailors.
I was at another event recently and the topic of DBBB was raised. It was during these conversations I realized that most people had no idea that "dead bird" was a dysphemism for turkey. One individual had attended DBBB a couple times before they realized the connection.
Now they know...and so do you.
After a two-year hiatus I look forward to returning this year. Hope to see you there.
Once upon a time I was an honorary Texan living in Austin. During the Thanksgiving Holidays, instead of coming home to North Carolina's Outer Banks to spend time with family, the wife and I would join our second family along the Gulf Coast in Galveston where we would fly kites, socialize, and celebrate the holiday.
Our second family was a group of kite and wind traction enthusiasts that brought Thanksgiving to the beach. They named it Dead Bird Buggy Bash (DBBB). No, it wasn't for the expired shorebirds you might see along the roads or beach. It was for the turkeys. This was the first place I had ever seen anyone deep fry a turkey. A whole turkey. Several, in fact...
Always a feast. Not only the moistest turkey you could put in your mouth, but hams, brisket, gulf shrimp, a mess of fixin's and sides, plus cobbler cooked in a dutch oven.
Everyone brings something to share and the group chips in for the turkeys. It's a warm, welcoming Texan environment that makes you feel right at home.
The beaches on each end of Galveston Island are large and mostly hard pack, making it perfect for landboards, kite buggys and land sailors.
I was at another event recently and the topic of DBBB was raised. It was during these conversations I realized that most people had no idea that "dead bird" was a dysphemism for turkey. One individual had attended DBBB a couple times before they realized the connection.
Now they know...and so do you.
After a two-year hiatus I look forward to returning this year. Hope to see you there.
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