November 15, 2014 § Leave a comment
There’s a proposal to require people to purchase permits in order to drive their all-terrain vehicles on Core Banks:
November 26, 2013 § Leave a comment
Fishing is the reason my father started going to Core Banks, so that also means it’s the reason we were squatters. I remember quite a few days spent digging a hole to China with my sisters while my dad fished from the beach.
Here’s an article from the High Point, N.C., newspaper by a man who’s done some surf fishing at Core Banks. Lots of details about the what/when/where. Also, he happens to look like (and apparently also identify with) Santa–so that’s a bit of extra fun.
October 8, 2013 § Leave a comment
We tended to think of our crazy-ass beach vehicles as charming and quirky. Apparently, they are also environmental disasters. I’d read it before (in a guidebook to the Outer Banks) and been a little mortified. Now a random Google search turned up this blog entry by Benjamin Preston posted on The New York Times site earlier this summer:
Everyone did it, and on the two islands comprising the Core Banks, a vehicle’s ferry ride was usually a one-way trip; it became someone’s guaranteed ride in that remote fisherman’s vacationland until it broke or was covered by drifting sand.
His article reports that about 1,500 vehicles were removed from Core Banks in 1976.
Preston quotes a park ranger, Karen Duggan: “They ran anything and everything. I’ve even seen a picture of a Duesenberg out there. When the cars got stuck or no longer ran, they just left them there.”
Read the whole article and see a couple of photos here: The Secret Buried Cars of North Carolina’s Core Banks
Preston also links to these newspaper articles:
March 23, 2013 § Leave a comment
“The island is crowded with men in every kind of vehicle you can imagine. Some non-altered trucks, but some really creative altered vehicles. An old ‘Lance chips’ truck is a great base vehicle, and the back porches and fishing racks and water containers are all different.”
Found this in a blog entry from November 2011, about a woman’s trip to Core Banks. Made me think of our old beach buggies. The first one was a rusted out pickup truck. When that disintegrated, my dad built a plywood “Winnebago” on a stripped down truck chassis. Guess people are still doing crazy things with their vehicles.
Below, a photo from the blog–called Karen Carter’s Adventures. Sounds, from the blog, like Karen and her friends took this truck and camper over by ferry for their trip.
December 5, 2011 § Leave a comment
I’ve been scanning Google maps for the last half hour, trying to plot the course we used to take from Davis to Core Banks. In our first years, we’d take Mr. Alger Willis’s ferry over. In later years, we had a friend’s Boston Whaler, then a boat of our own for coming and going.
I remember going across the open water of Core Sound, then slowing down and winding our way through the salt marshes. The water in the marshes was shallow and the boat channel was marked by old weathered limbs that had been set up as posts to mark the way. The dock the Willis boat went to was not at our village, but just down the path a bit. The dock near our village (or maybe better called an encampment) was where we’d go with our own boat or with friends on theirs.
Looking at the satellite images on Google maps, I think I can trace the channel–a dark line running through the marsh leading into Core Banks. There appear to be two “roads” on the Banks–one a circle, which is the spot where I think the Willis dock was and to the left, a road that ends at the water, which is where I think our community dock was located.
If you read this and happen to have any information to add, I’d welcome it.