Much as would be expected, there was a steady breeze when we arrived, one of the reasons the Wright brothers picked that spot for testing their aircraft. It was spitting rain, and close to closing time, so we had to rush around to see everything.
Walking up to the visitor center, I commented to my wife that the visitor center looked very Mission 66. It is. Surprisingly, the exhibits were the same vintage. For such a high-traffic area at the entrance to the Outer Banks, I wonder why they haven't updated the exhibits by now. There's an opportunity there for someone. There is something charming and nostalgic about the old-style exhibits, though. We even had the same type of exhibits back when I worked at Glacier.
Alison checks out the very, very Mission 66 exhibits.
Outside, you can walk the grounds where the first powered flight occurred. It's only 120 feet to the first marker, but by the 4th try, they went seven times farther.
We hustled through the annex to the museum, some kind of hastily-constructed exhibition building for the centennial of the first flight. There was a lot to see in there, but we had to hurry through in order to climb the hill to the monument before closing time.
Alison was bored by the time we ran up to the top of the hill.
I have always been fascinated by flight, so it was a spot I had wanted to stop for a long time. It's just neat to stand in a spot where something historic happened, which is what national parks are all about.