As older houses along the Outer Banks grow old and fall apart, they tend to get replaced with enormous and over exaggerated mansions. But there exists a small strip of road that is like stepping back into the past, where the houses reflect a simpler time. A time where there were less tourists, and the homes were small and humble.
They were not painted outrageous colors, but left in their natural rugged state, able to withstand the most brutal hurricanes.
The landscapes are left to grow wild, with tall sea grass a few cactuses and hundreds of tiny red wildflowers.
I often wish I could go back in time to when all the Outer Banks looked like this. Before there was the same surf shop on every corner, before all the big hotels and fancy houses..