Smoke totally blocked out the morning sun. Breathing was marked. I could handle just one more day of this if I could go from one air conditioning atmosphere to another. My goal was to not return to the hot, A/C less Snoo-Oosh after 3:30 with the hopes that the on-shore breeze would push the smoke inland. To accomplish this I headed in the Jetta with its lifesaving A/C unit to Fort Raleigh on Roanoke Island. Amazing history about the first English settlement. How the local Indians befriended the new comers who turned against them by beheading their leader. How their leader went back to England to get more supplies because the settlers were made up of trades people and not farm people. England wanted minerals so sent people who knew how to deal with copper, gold, silver but not food production so the villagers relied on the native population for food supplies. They soon got tired of getting glass beads for food. Attacks followed.
When their leader return in two years, he found none of the 115 people that he left there.
From the lost I move to aloft – Kitty Hawk and the history of the first flight performed by the famous Wright Brothers. The freedom to soar. What surprised me was the amount of people who were visiting the place. There was a sense of awe at how the brothers worked out details getting their craft to fly farther and farther with each trial. Another surprise was that Orville Wright died when I was eight years old. Oh, my old smoky bones.
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