At a homegrown sanctuary on the Pamlico, mighty waters carry generations through every twist and turn in life. Shoes are optional. Bug spray isn’t.
Pulling a heavy load of history, mules were once considered family — at least, until tractors came along. But in certain quarters, our long-eared, hardheaded friends never went out of style.
In this beloved town at the heart of the Albemarle-Pamlico estuary, everything begins and ends with the water.