Columnist Ike Adams of the Richmond (Kentucky) Register, not a big vacationer, remembers a handful of holidays that were exceptions to his rule. The name of the piece:
Longing for the Outer Banks.
Absolutely the best vacation that Loretta and I have taken, sans kids, was to the Outer Banks of North Carolina and we did it in mid-September after the summer crowds had vacated the beaches from Norfolk, Va., to the southern tip of Cape Hatteras. We intended to spend a week of wandering and fishing, but we spent nearly three because the lodging prices were maybe 80 percent or less than what they’d been when everybody and his brother had fought for reservations in the summer.