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At Diamond Shoals, on the Outer Banks, the warm Gulf Stream collides with the cooler Atlantic current shaping the Cape and roughing up the ocean. Schools of blue fish were running in the waves... Please click on the thumbnails below to enlarge the pictures. (except when polite & explicit warnings clearly instruct otherwise) |
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| meanwhile, back on the Sound, Dimitri has a daring date with destiny...while others have a somewhat mixed reaction to board speed |
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| After clearing the island (left) and landing 30+ metre jumps...Dimitri suddenly realized that gravity sometimes sucks (right). |
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