Thursday at the Outer Banks, part 2

ok, so Thursday continued....  As the sun began to set over the sound, i decided to make use of my bike that we'd brought along, and set out on a trail recommended to me, one that was supposed to run alongside the sound-side of the island for quite some ways, not sure how far.
                                                                     

         
                                   So i got to the place where no more motorists were allowed, and began my                                     solo journey down the dirt road on my mountain bike.

                     Feeling like quite an adventurer in these lonely dark woods, the feel of this natural environment conjured up poetic words like the quote by Emerson or some other dead guy: "Two paths diverged in a wood, and I took the one less traveled, and it has made all the difference."

 (or something like that)

and so i was enjoying the small treasures i found along the way...a

a spooky old tree, 

a dead snake,

a foot path to a swamp.

But as the road went on and on and on,

..and i never met another human nor saw any recent signs of civilization,

i began to wonder...

and worry (just a little)

but most of all, i was just a slappin' and flailing my arms around at all

the stupid annoying horseflies that were buzzing in my face and biting my bare arms and legs till i was sure i was going to go screaming like a banshee into the nearest alligator-infested swamp and submerge myself to get away from these demonic creatures.

(by the way, does anyone really know what the heck a banshee is? i have no idea.)

anyway, so my anger started steaming at the person who cheerfully suggested this route, for not including that one small important piece of info, the one about this rustic, ghost-town, ruled-by-horseflies trail being about 10 miles long, with no exits to any other roads until then.. not what i had in mind for a leisurely sunset cruise.

so i did what any normal person would do: i made a video of myself ranting as i bumped along one-handedly up and down the rough hills...take a listen:

Well, by that time i realized i'd better just turn back, and as i rode back the way i came, i saw things i hadn't seen on the way in, like these old deserted cemeteries, out in the middle of nowhere!

This just seemed so strange... i mean, what kind of people bury their loved ones in a place where there isn't even a decent road to drive an off-road vehicle down, much less a hearse???
Or perhaps the "dead" just walked themselves in, zombie-style, and laid themselves down to rest in their grave, still alive???

Thoughts like these made me hop on my bike and pedal even more furiously back home, swatting and swearing at the horseflies all the way back to the condo.

ahh, good to be back.

and tomorrow i'll try to fill you in on..today!!

goodnight, y'all!!