Where to begin: If you didn't know you were on
the outer banks of North Carolina, you could be in the Florida
Panhandle, driving down Highway 98. Or heading towards Mesa from
downtown Phoenix. Looks the same. Food Lions, Outback Steakhouse,
Shell gas stations, normal stuff. And then, you drive
north along Highway 158, through Nags Head, (NOT named for Patty
Wagstaff) and into Kitty Hawk, and on the left, on the bay side of
the barrier island, there is the monument. Atop Kill Devil Hill,
now covered with grass, the sixty-foot marker reaches to the sky.
Just the names there, Wilbur Wright, Orville Wright. This is it.
This is where it all started, 100 years ago.
Monday's weather couldn't have been better, CAVU, winds 15-20
knots. The procession of flight