In early December, seafaring sorts deck the, well, decks with lights and holly, parading their sailboats, yachts, and skiffs along the coast from Morehead City to Beaufort.
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Fireside Feast
Good food tastes better in the great outdoors — especially if you’ve hiked or paddled for it. The best part? Gathering ’round the campfire with family and friends till long after the skillet’s empty.
The Wonder of a Wet Land
With every journey into the cypress and Spanish moss, the Ramblin’ Man falls deeper under the spell of swamps. Where some may fear darkness and decay, he finds beauty and life.
Tiny Pilots Take Flight
The cutest critters that most North Carolinians never see tend to stay above the fray. But you’d better believe that flying squirrels are there, gliding gracefully from tree to tree.
The Space Between
The tidal inlets that separate our barrier islands are a living, breathing symbol of our coast — the ever-changing portals between sound and sea.
Ramblin’ Man: Memory Markers
On the meaning we find in a cemetery, the tokens we leave behind, and the clarity that comes with loss and time.
Ramblin’ Man: Hook, Line, & Sinking in the Sand
The appeal of surf fishing goes way beyond the catch of the day. On the Outer Banks, anglers cast for bluefish and red drum — becoming one with the wind and waves.
Ramblin’ Man: Love on the Wing
They fight, they flit, they sing and swoop. If they’re lucky, these lovebirds will find themselves a mate this spring — while putting on a show for the rest of us.
Ramblin’ Man: A Taste of Sunshine
Jars of last year’s harvest — lovingly put up and generously gifted — promise a pop! of warmth during the waning days of winter.
