It had been pouring rain for two days, and on the evening of the second day, we were desperate for a walk. On goes our rain coat, rain pants, and boots, and being that it was dark, we take our flash light with us.
After a short distance, we see another flashlight shining and a dog (big dog) barking, barking, barking. Someone calls hello to us on this dark foggy night and with caution we approach.
An older man with his older dog are also out for a walk. We stop and talk. He is a former fisherman from Morehead City. That is Morehead City when it had only 7,000 people. Now says the old man with 70,000 people it is much too crowded for him and his dog.
While a commercial fisherman, he fished the waters off of New Foundland and decided it was one of the most beautiful places he had seen and decided to buy some land and a cabin and has been spending his summers there for the last decade. He was here to spend the Thanksgiving holiday with his daughter in Durham.
What was unusual was that he camper was a converted horse trailer. He asked if we would like to see it and come in for a bit. Now you have to remember it is raining, it is foggy, it is dark, and not a cricket or other living animal to be heard. The wind is blowing, the dog is barking, and we have yet to see the face of this stranger. We missed a great opportunity to hear wonderful stories of this man's life because caution prevailed. We thanked him, but we needed to get on with our walk.
The next day, we really regretted our decision. Not only would he have been very interesting to talk to, but I think he was a bit lonely after spending two rainy days in his horse trailer with his pal. We passed by his campsite, but he had gone to Durham.
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