View from the Mountain

A Journey To My Country

 

White Oak River Near Swansboro, NC

Updated- July 4, 2020,- Writing is one of those things that operate on sparks of imagination.  Something starts to nag you and if it is truly important, eventually what is in the back of your mind ends up being a blog post or a book.

The fifth book published by my wife, Glenda and I is "The Road to My Country."  This is a paragraph that sets the stage for the book.

It's often late at night on a dark country road when people and places, both remembered and imagined, become the sparks that light the memory defining our lives.

 

As my wife and I glide through the black night on Union Cross Church Road, we cross a small creek, and it hits me. I see the long-gone millpond, the house with five fireplaces, and the mill itself. I see the shadows of three young girls, my mother and her two sisters, picking beans in their garden. Next, I remember the place as it was when I was young, an old, crumbling concrete dam with trees growing in the former millpond.

 

The memory fades as fast as it comes, and the dark road continues on into the night.

The story has been there for a long time and the first chapter of this book has been written for a while, but the rest of the pieces did not fall in place until recently. There seemed to be no urgency until North Carolina's state government decided to roll back years of moderate governance with the hope of turning our state into the Texas of the east coast.

However, my book is not about politics. It is about the North Carolina that I remember from my youth when I was growing up as the only child of a single mother in the Piedmont area west of Winston-Salem. It is also about our journey away from North Carolina, our return, and how our state has changed in that period of nearly forty years.  The crowd around the swimming pool looks a lot different than it did in the fifties.

Perhaps our short book is just me trying to figure out how I got to be the person that I am.  I grew up in rural North Carolina went away to military school, and then got my undergraduate degree at Harvard.  After Harvard, I moved to Canada to farm. 

My wife and I built a large cattle operation and lived for over ten years in the hardwood hills of New Brunswick. We had over two hundred head of cattle and grew almost all of our food. Then in a quick twist of fate, in a couple of years, I was working for Apple where I had a career of nearly twenty years including directly reporting to Tim Cook for a short time.

I have written a lot about my time at Apple including a book, the Pomme Company. I am one of the few people who worked at Apple and has written about the company without ending with any legal challenges from the company. However, when I published the book a few people still at the company were afraid to be in a picture that I used in the book even though it was taken ten years earlier.

This new book has very little about Apple in it and I think that is a function of how little Apple contributed to who I am and the mental distance that now separates me from the company. I have continued to use the company's products, but I remain convinced that Apple is all about the money.

I think my character was forged well before I got to Apple.  Perhaps certain things that had already burrowed deep into my subconscious before I got to the reality distortion zone of Cupertino kept me from staying even longer at the company.  That is not a subject of the book either, but you might be able to draw some conclusions.

I doubt that I would have survived and thrived as long as I did at Apple without the background that I brought to the company as a son of North Carolina with dirt on my hands.

Both North Carolina and I have changed a lot. I did not appreciate my home state until I stopped running from it and that was many years after I left it.  Why I was running might still be another story. 

My wife and I took title to my mother's homeplace in Mount Airy, North Carolina in 2002. Mother had come to live with us in Roanoke two hours to the north and could no longer take care of the large house and gardens that became Sobotta Manor Bed & Breakfast for a few years.  Going back to Mount Airy and also visiting our youngest daughter who had relocated to North Carolina at almost the same time helped us understand how much we missed being back in our home state.

We lived in Virginia for twenty years, but it was not North Carolina.  Living in Virginia did let us enjoy many summers, fall, and spring vacations to North Carolina's beaches.  It awakened a love for the Southern Outer Banks that never died and still is a slow ember in my soul.

We became full-time residents of North Carolina and lived on the Crystal Coast portion of the Southern Outer Banks for fifteen years.  North Carolina is a wonderfully diverse state.  The picture in the post is the large coastal river that I often enjoyed from my skiff or kayak.  The waters of the river behind our house and the uncrowded beaches of Emerald are a big part of why we chose to spend over decade in Carteret County. We lived in an area where the week of the Fourth of July can be a true delight at least when we are not having a pandemic.

Despite the headlines, I doubt our state will turn into the Texas east.  I have high hopes that the good people of North Carolina will stand up for the moderate policies that have made this such a great state where all sorts of people live in harmony.

I hope my book encourages others to look back and find those things which have made them who they are. A little "How did I get here and is this person the one I want to be," is good for the soul.

I think "The Road to My Country" is well worth its modest cost on the Kindle platform.  Even in paperback, it is only $6.99. 

If you are interested in more information about where we lived in Canada, try our book, A Taste For The Wild - Canada's Maritimes.  If you are interested in more about one of the top ten uncrowded east coast beaches, download our book, A Week At The Beach - The Emerald Isle Travel Guide.  It is a great way to take a trip to the beach without even leaving your easy chair. There are some good reasons in 2020 to make your visit to the beach virtual.  You will find some great family recipes in the book that help make that virtual vacation at home even better.

 

Did You Do This To Yourself?

I had just come in from spraying some weeds in our yard after lunch.  My t-shirt was soaked and I had what appeared to be water running down my face.  My wife wanted to know if I had squirted myself with the hose.  She knows that I am not above doing that.  Then she took a closer look and knew that it was actually sweat running down my face and my shirt was soaked with sweat.

I got told to put my clothes directly in the washing machine so she would not have to touch them.  I am happy that she has mellowed over the years.  When we lived on the farm, sometimes she would hose me off on the porch and make me take my clothes off outside.  I probably would have said no to taking my clothes off on the porch now not because we live in a subdivision but because it is seriously hot on our front porch this time of year.

I am pleased that she still puts up with me even when I have a three shower day during the hottest part of summer.  I think she does it because she grew with a father who also thought the best way to spend a day was working outside even if it meant getting sweaty and dirty.  He was worse than me.  He would work right through meals.  I try to come inside so I do not get in trouble with the cook.

There is no way to get around working in the heat if you live in the South.  The last couple of weeks which are the hottest two weeks we have seen in ten years on the Southern Outer Banks have been a challenge.  We garden and still take care of some of our yard.  You cannot ignore a garden for two weeks and expect it to do well especially in serious heat.  This week our lawn maintenance folks did not show up so I mowed our yard.  While it is not a huge yard, it still means a mile of pushing the mower around the yard which turns out to be fifty minutes in the heat.  Even doing it in the evening, you are going to be hot.  We also had some weeds so when I took care of them after lunch, the thirty minutes of over ninety Fahrenheit heat was enough to cook me and soak my shirt.

The thing about working in the heat is that once you reconcile yourself to it and start sweating, you are probably fine as long as you are well hydrated and do not over do it.  The problem comes if you try to go back inside which feels like a meat locker to your warm body.  It you go inside for a few minutes, it is twice as hard to go back into the heat.  I prefer to work, resting some in the shade and a breeze if I can find one and then go back at my chores until I am done.

There is no shame in hard, sweaty work and I am happy that I can still do some of it even if I have to take a nap to recover sometimes. I have found that it you do a little of the work each day, you avoid trying to do it all at one time on the weekend. As you get older it is easier to pace yourself a little.   In the worst heat I have been know to mow the yard in three parts, taking an evening, an early morning, and another evening to finish it up.

Maybe I would do it differently if I did not still work during the day, but my job is still important to me. 

My wife should have known that I would not squirt myself on a hot day like today, I would waste too much water getting the water in the hose cool enough to touch my body.  Anyway I do not waste any hot water in shower on a day like today.  Our water in the heart of summer is warm enough right out of the tap to avoid any shock when it hits your body.  I do not even need to turn on the hot water.

I doubt that I will ever run from the heat, it is part of living on the Crystal Coast and I can take the heat better than extreme cold.

I Love Living in the South

There are lots of reasons to like living in the South.  Today's lunch is a perfect example.  Where else but the South is mac and cheese considered a vegetable?  Then there is my barbecue sandwich.  Last night we went out to dinner.  It was a little over twenty dollars for my wife and myself, but the meal, mine was barbecue and fried chicken, was such a bargain (Fat Fellas, Newport, NC) that we brought home enough barbecue that we had plenty for sandwiches today.

Food is just the icing on the cake for those of us living far from the snow belt country. One of the neatest things about the people here is that it takes almost nothing to get people talking.  You can strike up a conversation almost anywhere and most times people enjoy sharing their lives, the best of their area and tips on what to do and where to go.   If you go to most big cities people stare at the ground or at their smartphones.  Now we have plenty of smartphone users here but if you get out of the urban areas, you will often find that people use them more for sharing pictures of their families than they do texting or calling.

Then there is the climate.  As I have heard many times before, no one moves north to retire.  That is undoubtedly true but brings some problems since there are a few folks from the North who have a hard time adjusting to the South.  I like to blame the gate in our subdivision on folks from far away who have no idea how insane it is to have a gate on subdivision with pine forests and cornfields as neighbors and a river bordering another side.  Still most of the folks from away get with the program and learn some of the Southern graces.

With the climate comes the opportunity to grow lots of things.  We manage to grow something almost year round in our garden.  We planted Swiss chard last fall, we are still eating off of it and will likely continue to do so through the summer until we plant some more next fall.  We picked our last ripe large tomato on December 27 this past year.  We finally picked the last of our ripe and green cherry tomatoes on January 17. It was just before the first really hard frost.  We have finally finished six weeks of marathon lettuce eating and sharing. Our two four packs of Romaine and Buttercrunch lettuce yielded thirty-one heads.  We ate lettuce two meals a day for weeks.  When our lettuce finally ran out, we had given away close to half of it and were excited that another neighbor brought us some red leaf lettuce. We had ripe strawberries the first week in April. Just how quickly do ripe strawberries remove any thoughts of what passes for winter down here?  If we get some warm weather soon, we will be swamped with homegrown tomatoes by early June.  Eventually we will need to find homes for the tasty, deep red tomatoes that count as a complete meal here if you just add Duke's mayonnaise, salt, pepper and bread.

Sharing is another part of life in the South.  I have to add that in any farming area, New England, Maritime Canada, and the rest of the US and Canada, sharing is built into farming communities. However, because the South is still close to its rural roots, you find many people who go out of their way to share.  The shared bounty could be an extra pumpkin for a pie, some bulbs to plant for spring color, a mess of collards, a fresh spring cabbage, spare tomato plants, a bucket of pecans or whatever people have to give.  Folks on our home turf do not want things to go to waste.  If they have something that you can use, generally they are happy for you to use it.

Then there is advice.  There is a Southern way of giving advice and it is perhaps a kinder, gentler way of offering suggestions.  People are willing to show you how they have done something whether it is planting, building, making crafts, baking or cooking.  People here in the South are generous with their knowledge and often go out of their way to share what they have learned.

Next there is neighborliness. Again that is something you will find in almost any rural community but it is still widely present in the real South.  People want to be good neighbors and will put up with a lot just to remain on good terms.  Unless you are living next door to a transplant that did not take when planted in Southern soil, you will not have any trouble getting someone to watch your house like it is their own when you travel or help you out in any emergency.

A special part of life are the church families in the South that reach out with open arms to everyone.  There is little danger of not being able to find a compatible church home in the much of the South.  We have churches for every taste and imagination. Often there is food involved, sometimes even northern Lobsters.  When my wife broke her ankle checking on a neighbor's cat in Roanoke, Virginia, I finally had to tell her to have the ladies of the church back off because we had run out of refrigerator room.

Finally there is reverence and respect.  You will still find Southern people who try to pull off to the side of the road to let a funeral procession pass.  I will never forget the funeral of RJ Berrier, my longtime friend, and former newsman from Mount Airy, North Carolina.  As we rode through the streets of Mount Airy, we found a police car at every intersection. In front of each car stood a policeman with his hat over his heart. RJ had been a part of many lives.  He wrote for many people their birth announcements, the notice when they had graduated from high school, and their obituary when they died.

I know North Carolina is going through a tough time being the national spotlight for the wrong reasons.  It pains me to see some of our out-of -touch politicians and governor going to great lengths to make life miserable for a few people who have had a tough time living in their own skins.  In my humble opinion, I would rather share a bathroom with a transgender person than someone who voted for HB2.

Life in the South is not perfect, but it is a little like what I have heard about democracy.  It beats all the alternatives.

 

 

 

The Engery Saving Southern Biscuit

It seems like an impossible leap of faith that a biscuit could save energy, but I am convinced that a homemade biscuit does save energy.

You have to understand the history of the biscuit first.  The biscuit might have been the first convenience food.  In the days of wood-fired stoves it was almost a fast food. Southern cooks made biscuits because they were quick, easy, and required few ingredients.  Most of the ingredients came right from the land.

If you read the history of my mother, you will find that after her mother died that she was cooking biscuits for their family every morning.  They had hot biscuits for breakfast and often took a biscuit with them in their lunch pail when they walked to their one room school.

They lived on a mill pond and her dad, Walter Styers, was a miller. The soft wheat for the flour was grown nearby in the fertile bottom land of Yadkin County.  It was milled in Walter Styers' water-powered mill not far from the house.  The buttermilk was what was left after they made butter from the cream they got from their cows.  I can be reasonably sure that the shortening used in their biscuits was the lard that got rendered during the winter pig killing.

One of the older ladies in mother's extended family came once in a while and mixed the shortening and other ingredients for her.  All she had to do was dip out some flour and add butter milk that likely one of the boys fetched from the spring house. The spring house was nothing more than a small roof over a spot where cool water bubbled out of the ground,  Perishable food was kept there in the days before iceboxes.

The case is pretty strong that the Southern biscuit was a convenience food in the early days of the last century.  The case might be just as strong today.

My most recent and very successful foray into biscuits started two or three years ago.  It was during the holidays.  We were tired of cooking and someone suggested that I go get some biscuits from Hardee's.  A trip to Hardee's, Bojangles, or even McDonald's for breakfast biscuits is not an uncommon thing in much of the South.  My son and I went.  I did not wait in the long drive thru line but went inside got our biscuits and took them home.

Just a few biscuits ended up costing ten dollars plus thirty minutes of my time and gasoline to and from Hardee's.  The biscuits were not that great. They were greasy and huge.  Anyone who has eaten a real biscuit knows they are not greasy.

Fortunately biscuit making runs strong in my extended family so my dissatisfaction with the Hardee's biscuits put me on a path to biscuit mastery.

December 16, 2015, I got up and felt liking having a biscuit or two.  Less than twenty minutes later we were sitting down to fresh hot biscuits and I had already cleaned up the mess.

Biscuits are simple.  When possible I use what our family has always used, Our Best Flour. It is self-rising flour from the tiny Boonville, NC flour mill which of course is surrounded by the rich farmland of Yadkin and Davie Counties where soft winter wheat is a popular crop.  

It helps to throw a stick of butter and another of Crisco into freezer the night before you want to bake biscuits.  For two people, I use roughly a couple of cups of flour.  I make little cubes of the frozen Crisco shortening and the frozen butter.  I cut around  three to four tablespoons in total of the two fats into the flour. I use a dough scraper.

The buttermilk should be the best whole fat butter milk that you can find- Jersey or Guernsey if you can find it.  If you have great buttermilk and don't want your biscuits to be so rich skip the cubes of fat and just mix 1 cup of buttermilk for every cup of self rising biscuit flour.

Mix in enough buttermilk (just less than a cup) to hold it all together. If it does go together add a little more butter milk. Mix or handle the dough as little as possible. Then turn it out on a floured breadboard, roll or pat it out so that it is an inch or two thick. Then fold a couple of times and pat it in an oval about 1.5 to 2 inches thick.  Then I use a floured biscuit cutter (straight down and up- no twisting) and put the biscuits in my greased biscuit pan (or touching each other on a cookie sheet) and then into the preheated 450F oven. I like smaller biscuits but I think a cutter around two inches works well.  

Fourteen to sixteen minutes of cooking later we are eating hot biscuits. Check your biscuits at around 13-14 minutes. If the bottoms are brown and they feel done, you can brush them with melted butter and stick them back in the oven and turn it off. A little experimenting and lots of practice will make almost anyone an expert. We have a clay stone we heat while the biscuits are cooking and wrap in a towel and but in a basket. The biscuits go in next. A towel covers them while the rest of the food hits the table.

Trust me, it is a lot easier and tastier than getting biscuits from the local fast food place.  The only gas burned is what our oven uses and our rolling pin is very energy efficient.

Update-December 2023

In our older, lazier years, we have grown quite fond of Atkinson's Buttermilk Biscuit mix.  Just add water and mix.  My wife can make them with her eyes closed.

 

 

A Real Southern Summer Day

Those of us born and raised in the South are ready for serious summer days before they even arrive. 

I knew today with its nineties was coming earlier in the week.  Like the southern boy that my mother raised me to be, I was ready before it got here.

Southern math has a few simple equations. One of them is lots of rain plus lots of heat equals explosive grass growth and makes the afterburners on the weeds kick in with a vengeance.

Life on the coast is sometimes one of extremes especially when it comes to rainfall.  While we went through most of May with little precipitation after Ana dropped four inches on us early in the month, the first weeks of June have made up for any lack of precipitation.  According to NOAA our area around the White Oak River has received six inches of rain in early June.  My rain gauge happens to agree.

With that much rain our centipede grass perked up and certainly needed mowing. I started watching the weather forecast early in the week.  I picked the coolest morning with the most breeze and planned to knock out the yard.  I even alerted my boss that I needed to mow the yard before showing up in my upstairs office at the computer.  The yard was done by 10:15 AM and I was showered and at my desk by 10:45 AM.

Even that was a little late, but there were other garden chores to do in preparation for the weekend's heat.  Even with all the moisture some of our sandy-soiled based beds dry out quickly and the tomatoes needed fertilizing.

Last night as the evening cooled off and the sun dropped behind the pine trees I washed both of our cars because I knew it would be too hot to wash them on the weekend.  Another southern rule is that car needs to be clean on the weekend.

When I went to bed just after 11 PM on Friday night, I noticed the temperature was still at 80F.  This morning when I went outside at 6:30 AM I saw the thermometer was reading 75F.  At least it is great weather for ripening tomatoes.

I did manage to spray for weeds and do a few maintenance things around our neighborhood pool before it got too hot.  Even then I got so warm under my straw hat that I went home and took my first shower of the day.  There is nothing like a 10 AM shower with the hot water completely turned off to prove that you are really in the south.  Here in Carteret County there is no worrying about cold showers in the summer since our water lines are buried only about six inches.  Still Saturday, June 13, 2015 was the first time this year that I have completely turned off the hot water.

After my shower, I took a quick dip in the neighborhood pool.  Normally and this June is no exception our pool remains refreshing in the early part of summer.  By August we are hoping someone will dump a truck load of ice into it.

I worked another hour or so in the shady areas of our garden and went in to have yet another shower.  Two showers before noon is nothing unusual in the South in summer.  We had lunch which included some fresh from the garden tomatoes and onions.  I had hoped to go kayaking this afternoon, but the tides, winds, and heat convinced me otherwise.

A nap seemed appropriate so I enjoyed one under the upstairs fan with the knowledge that it was too hot to be outside anyway. A little later in the day I ventured out to check to see if any plants had wilted in the heat. I ended up watering a few that I found. I was careful to go inside before I need my third shower.

I will be heading out soon to grill some hamburgers.  As the sun drops down behind the pines, my wife will check the beans and tomato plants.  I might do a little trimming and prepare my kayak for an early morning fishing trip.

When you stay inside during the heat of the day, you are probably in the South.  When you do your outside work early in the morning and late in the evening, you have likely been trained well by some southern parents.

It has been a great southern summer day and one that might make some folks want to go to the beach.  We live at the beach so we can also plan those visits.  I had a great time at one of my favorite beaches last weekend.  The weather was almost perfect over there last weekend.

While it will likely still feel something like a sauna at 7 PM.  I will finish the day on our patio by the water grilling some burgers and enjoying a cold beer. While the heat scares some people away, it is the price we pay for lettuce in late February and March, tomatoes from late May until sometime December.  I will take it over the cold and snow any day.  As they say no one retires to the North.

Browse these photos taken Saturday, June 13, 2015.  It is almost as good as being here.

Ten Years Of A More Personal Look At Our World

Looking north on the White Oak River

Somehow I never had time to really honor the end of my eleventh year of writing on Typepad back in November 2015.  As of February 2016, there are over 1,400 posts on View from the Mountain.  Recent ones include everything from a homage to Southern biscuits to thoughts on saving our digital photographs. Below is the original article written in 2014.

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Ten years ago on November 23, 2004.  I started writing here at Typepad. 

My first private soapbox, View from the Mountain, began simply with My Welcome to Windows, a basic recounting of my first adventure with a Windows computer after spending nearly twenty years at Apple.

Applepeels was my next blog at Typepad.  The hundreds of early posts there eventually led to my book, The Pomme Company.  There were times during its heyday when an Applepeels article might get twenty thousand views from around the world in a twenty-four hour period.

Though I no longer write as often at View from the Mountain or Applepeels, I have continued to write at both. Over the years I have also added three more sites at Typepad.  One, The Crystal Coast, Saltwater on my feet, gets regular monthly updates. The others, The Canada I Miss, and Once A Reston Resident, get far more infrequent updates.  They are basically on a when the spirit moves me schedule. Still I have more that two thousand posts among all these blogs with the vast majority being at View from the Mountain.

Eight years ago I wrote a post about writing for free.  Since that time I have done a lot of writing that resulted in a paycheck. It is a little ironic that my first blog post here was about my entry into the world of Windows and one of my recent paid articles was How I Moved Away From The Mac After Leaving Apple.  What goes around comes around.  I still have to chuckle at some of the Apple fanatics not reading far enough into that article to learn that I still use a Mac. They should have paid more attention to the article URL instead of the title an editor chose to get lots of hits.

Having your own place in our connected world lets you speak out if you feel you have been wronged on the Internet. I have done that more than once. You can also write about things like On Being A Dad which might never reach the people who inspired the post. Maybe I am wrong but I think my family long ago stopped reading what I write.

View from the Mountain has content that covers a huge range of topics from The Three Things You Need To Grow In The South to Why Do I Have To Lose For You To Win.  There is even Advice To My Children, recent restaurant reviews like Crystal Coast Dining - Angie's Lighthouse, Cape Carteret  and more nostalgic ones like Saturday night at Odell's, everything is all right.

I have written a post, Honeysuckle Pink and the Secrets to Happiness, to honor my wife and others like Memories of Mother to say thanks to my mother. I have even penned articles about the stages of my own life in posts like Happy to still be considered an adult.

The site also has travel advice like Roanoke to the beach in 5.5 hours or A Summer Excursion Through New Brunswick, PEI, & Nova Scotia.  I like to think that the post, Swansboro, NC travel guide, might have led to the writing of our successful travel book, A Week At The Beach, The Emerald Isle Travel Guide, which is now in its fourth version in 2014.

I have also recorded family events like our move from Roanoke and the realization of our dream of living along the North Carolina coast.

With everything from our family's famous recipe for hushpuppies to how to find your way to leadership, it is hard to characterize View from the Mountain in a few words.  Perhaps the title comes closest because this blog and in fact all my other ones including Crystal Coast Life, Coastal Paradise, and Ocracoke Waves make no pretension to being anything more than a more personal look at the world through my eyes.

This morning I got an interesting note from the folks at City-Data forum.  The gist of the note was asking me to come back and write some more posts.

Your posts have been read 34,948 times in last 14 days, and more than 2,332,485 times...

An over-zealous moderator chased me away from there over four years ago because he/she believed that I was trying to trick people into buying real estate from me. Obviously the moderator had missed the crashed real estate market which made certain that people were uninterested in buying and unlikely to be tricked into anything.

Selling real estate was not the goal behind my writing even then, but the moderator's attitude did convince me that if I was going to write for free, it should be someplace that I enjoyed the experience and where I could, in essence, set my own rules. 

While I left the world of real estate shortly afterward in 2011, going back to City-Data never seemed important to me.  Unfortunately even I do not have as much time to write.   One site where I no longer have time to write has hundreds of posts written over five years with many of them being read thousands of times.  I migrated some of them, but that also takes time.

Typepad has been a remarkably stable environment so Typepad and especially View from the Mountain still get a slice of my busy life and I have put up a site with a few of my favorites.

The truth is that I write because I enjoy writing. Writing helps me make sense of life.  It is hard to say what the next five or ten years will bring, but God willing I plan to keep adding to the posts that I have already written here at Typepad.  I also hope that people keep enjoying them and get at least as much pleasure from the reading as I do from the writing.

Of course the pictures that I include are just as important to my story as the words that I write. This tenth anniversary picture was taken one day prior on Saturday, October 22, 2014.  I took the picture from my kayak on the White Oak River not far from my favorite spot on the oyster rocks near Swansboro, North Carolina.

Saturday night at Odell's, everything is all right

Crystal Coast Dining - Angie's Lighthouse, Cape Carteret

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Crystal Coast Dining - Angie's Lighthouse, Cape Carteret

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