Pamlico Sound River Basin

Not all those who wander are lost.

                                               -Tolkien

Taken at Pamlico River Basin, North Carolina.

The paved road ends here but the wilderness of the Pamlico Sound echoes to the far outposts.

We arrived at the Pamlico Sound River Basin, a remote grassy marshland, an hour before the dusk. The sun was bright and the wind was low. A clear shadow of the tall pine trees fell into our out-of-state vehicle, which grew even taller and fell into the water. This water was blue, as blue as the sky above, and in between where suspended silver clouds lining the two-extremities. 

I looked around and saw fine-colored waterfront houses docked with speed boats, fishing boats and more boats. Small children were out for play on a creek that passed through their backyard. I fancied it must be the happiest playground on Earth and felt happy for them.

Upon our homebound route, we encountered overhead flying cranes, a bone-chilling experience to any day-trippers.