I should have known. No sooner did I say the weather was perfect when it started to rain. But rainy days can be good on vacation; it gets me off the beach and sightseeing something other than pelicans and sandpipers.
Between the drops we made our way to Nags Head for breakfast at the Nags Head Pier. Breakfast places abound on the Outer Banks but this is my favorite. It is bare-bones, essentially a beach shack perched over the water, but what it lacks in polish is more than made up for in comfort and authenticity. I like to eat my eggs, biscuit, and sausage on the screened-in porch, watching the waves crash around me. Fisherman like the Pier’s “You Hook ‘Em – We Cook ‘Em” policy and so do I; that’s as local as you get.