Something there is that calls us back to the island of Ocean Isle again and again. I've loved her from the first time I saw her. Not exactly sure what set her apart from all the others. It may have been her name; the words Ocean Isle conjure up images of a tropical paradise. It may have been the sound of the surf rolling in as the sun sinks into the sea, or it may have been the soft whispers of the evening breezes.
And why shouldn’t this tropical-like paradise call to us? The island has everything we need for a day trip or extended vacation. There’s lots of sun, lots of sand, surfable waves, and the boardwalks that traverse the dunes allow me to appreciate their interior without disturbing them. I especially like that.
The town of Ocean Isle is just big enough to offer outstanding summertime diversions too—like the free outdoor movies on Wednesday evenings and the free outdoor concerts in the park on Fridays. Large enough to provide all that and yet small enough that it doesn’t get in the way—plenty of room for everybody.
Considering everything that Ocean Isle offers, I have to wonder why it's routinely overlooked by the big media outlets when they rank the best Carolina beaches. I recently finished compiling several of those rankings and OIB appeared in only one. No matter; I rate it the number one beach in Carolina—North and South.
But regardless of what draws us here, we are drawn, and the time comes when we just have to go back. We came back this time to search for photographic opportunities to illustrate a travel piece destined for publication in Carolina Roads Magazine.com.
It was an early August morning and we'd stopped at Lowe's Foods on the mainland for some reason that I've forgotten now. I'd never noticed it before but there at the end of the sidewalk was an inviting little spot named OIB Surf & Java Cafe. I know! Surfing and coffee as if they belonged together.
I stared in amazement, speech taken from my lips by a sharp intake of breath. It may not have been the perfect coffee shop, because none of my friends were there waiting for me, but it was close enough to perfect to be getting on with.
"Good morning," called the barista, "What can I get started for you?"
Whatever it was that she might start for me was destined to remain a mystery for the moment, because this pleasant surprise had taken me by storm, and my system needed time to adjust.
I looked around the room cautiously, expecting at any moment for the place to revert to what I’d expected before opening the door. What I saw were stylish, yet comfortable chairs surrounded by potted palms. I saw surfboards, and wet suits, and a year’s worth of The Surfers Journal. I even saw ukuleles. Yes, that’s right.