by Eric Wallace
The day will find me biking some 12 miles down the beach to the southern tip of the 3,884-acre False Cape State Park. With public entry restricted to foot travel, pedal power, boat and shuttle, it is one of the state’s hardest to access and most rarely visited parks. I plan to explore and camp deep in its interior.
Biking Fire Mountain in Cherokee, N.C.
Unlike most officially designated “Bike Parks,” Fire Mountain is a do-it-yourself affair. There is no chairlift or shuttle service; reaching the top requires two miles of uphill pedaling and, if you’re not in top shape, some occasional pushing.
To Jim Lyons, fish smell like money
His brown rubber apron is covered with a healthy coat of slime, scales and blood. His gloves too. The whole place stinks of dead fish. But any notion of that being a bad thing is lost on Jim Lyons.
On The Water: Donald Duck
Hundreds of boats cut through the waters of Hampton Roads on any given day, especially when summer comes around. Cruisers, sailboats and fishing boats aplenty: They all make the thousands of square miles of local waters their playground.
Anglers are turning to kayaks to get closer to fish
With the stealth of a ninja, Kevin Whitley eased the kayak between two pilings in the middle of the Chesapeake Bay Bridge-Tunnel. He dropped the bait straight down. Instantly the fiddler crab was thumped by a big sheepshead, and the tug-of-war was on.
On The Water: Annabelle Wax of Sail Nauticus
It’s the spark in their eyes that gets to Annabelle Wax. When the wind fills the sails and the boat pushes forward, water laps at the hull and splashes the children. The look they give is pure excitement.
