I am in fact writing from Evanston, where there is also a balcony—actually two counting the juliet—but lessor views. The photos above and below were taken from a ocean front condo we rented for week in Kill Devil Hills on North Carolina’s Outer Banks. It was wonderful to be on, and despite the shark attacks which were moving closer, even briefly in the ocean again, even though I learned that I can only sort of swim with my damaged flipper.
Dunes have been built up along the Outer Banks to protect against inevitable hurricanes. The ones directly in front of us were low. I estimate that we were about forty yards/meters from the ocean and about twenty feet/six meters above, depending on tides. A higher floor would be better; but the weather was mild and winds light while we were there.
This is, of course, the height of the season and the Outer Banks were crowded. I read that 6,000,000 visitors go there every year, almost all during the three summer months. The permanent population is tiny. Fewer than 60,000 people make the two hundred mile stretch of barrier islands their permanent home.
We enjoyed ourselves so much that we may return this winter. I’d like to see the ocean wilder.