THE END OF THE SEASON

When a community has existed for families with children out of school, golfers, and sun worshippers, it becomes quite a different place.  The pace of life slows down and people settle in to downtime from the summer madness.  But, if you are a left over of the tourist season rather than a resident, everything seems different than any world you once knew.  Twenty five miles from the mainland, the shape of the sands constantly shifts.  Much of it has been declared a part of ,   This land, the Outer Banks (OBX to many) is part of the National Seashore.
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The article states:  "Wind and water shape the island's dunes and inlets, and yet a maritime forest at Buxton provides a calm oasis. The Cape Hatteras Lighthouse, tallest in the nation, was nearly claimed by the Atlantic Ocean but was rescued in the nick of time in 1999 by moving the entire structure away from the sea.  But perhaps most importantly is the fact that Hatteras Island is one of the last places on earth where you can go on the Fourth of July weekend and stake out a stretch of beach to call your very own."

The season ends, the residents go back to living less frenetically, and go on to more regular lives.  Some take the winters off, some go further south, some go back to school, and some just go back home and some stay around getting prepared for the next tourist invasion while others settle down to breathe easy again while serving only the locals for the winter.

In New England we can tell the summer is over when the leaves turned beautiful shades of reds, oranges, yellows, and other shades which is really beautiful.  The southern shores let you know that summer is over by Hurricane warnings and few strangers around.