One of the (many) joys of flying is the ability to escape to magical places that would be hard to reach any other way. For the Fourth of July, Andrea and I traveled to Ocracoke, North Carolina. This beautiful island is near the tip of the outer banks and has a lovely little airport. And our Ocracoke adventures were second to none. From gigantic ice cream cones to parasailing and jet skiing, with a little bit of “beach cruiser” biking in between, this really was an island paradise.
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