Wednesday, March 27, 2013

Nags Head Woods

The nature conservancy according to their website allows people to kill deer on their land but dogs must be on a leash. And are only allowed on certain trails. Nags Head Woods Ecological Preserve | The Nature Conservancy
Whatever, Cheyenne is easy though she enjoys ambling off leash and stands next to me when cars go by etc...I grant not all dog owners discipline their hounds. The one thing that has surprised me on first checking out these islands is how much dirt there is. The conservancy has more than a thousand acres of woods here butting up to the western edge of the island, facing Roanoke Sound. We got well away from it all on a blusterous cold Monday morning.
I do enjoy getting out in the Lower Keys walking the trails through the mangroves, but a mixed pine forest is a thing of beauty even on a cold damp Spring morning.
There are a few trails where leashed dogs are permitted and the mile-and-half Roanoke Trail leading to the sound is one of them I pointed the yellow lab into the woods.
At first she ambled willingly, reminding me why I enjoy having a dog to walk where humans I know aren't always keen. We came upon a signboard pointing out that life isn't a static thing but is alive and lively like a bird. Something along those lines. By the time I finished pondering the message Cheyenne had decided the woods had lost their thrall. She stood on the trail, feet planted, staring at me as though defying me to press on.
Well bugger. We turned back. It was a lovely spot, far from human noise, alone in the woods...
The cemetery was fenced off, presumably land reserved for the descendants of the occupants. It was small and fenced close to the graves in a slightly bizarre figure-of-eight shape, two small pieces of land made contiguous by a narrow fenced in passage, and I knew there was a story there.
After a breakfast of coffee and muffins purchased at a very active and cosy coffee shop in one of the myriad ugly Nags Head strip malls we drove back to Manteo to see the Elizabethan Festival Park. First we walked Cheyenne on the boardwalk around the grounds.
There it was, the Roanoke Sound I was hoping to see at the of the walk through the woods. The weather was showing some of the latent anger of the very vicious cold front that blew through the night before. It was cold damp and windy.
Cheyenne got to nap in the car while we, continuously exploring checked out the First English Settlement in the Americas. The Lost Colony.