This part actually came earlier in my journey Down East. There is a fork in the road that separates Atlantic, North Carolina from Cedar Island, North Carolina. This was the end of the road to Atlantic, NC. The road led me to a location actually called "The End of The Road". It was a boat dock with fishing vessels lined up from one end to the other. The paved road had become sand and gravel . I drove in cautiously and eventually brought my car to a halt. I sat there in idle for a moment surveying the area. It appeared to be a place that was usually busy during normal business hours and patrolled by a large canine outside of business hours, but that is only a speculation . From previous experience, I learned that it was wise to look for signage with reddish or orangish hues and lettering- there were none. I noticed a boat house that was just across from where I had stopped. Leaving the car running I got out and photographed the sign that said "The End of the road". I looked over my shoulder then looked back at the boathouse, prepared to either explain myself and my purpose or run, but still there was no one. The sound of my running car engine was creating a large demand on my hearing . I reached inside the car, that I had not ventured far from yet and shut off the engine. I heard nothing but the breezy currents coming off of the surrounding waters and the gritty sound of my feet as they struck the sandy, unpaved lot. I walked closer to the boathouse in hopes that I could see someone working or sitting inside. In this particular case knowing that someone was there other than myself might have put me at ease. I noticed that the door to the boathouse was ajar. I stood and stared for a moment to allow me vision to readjust from the bright surrounds to the insides of the shadowy house. There was no movement and no sign of anyone inside. I conservatively took a few shots being sure to not become completely engrossed in the aesthetics, I tend to lose my place, from time to time in my setting when I do so. A few moments passed and still there was no one, or any sign of life for that matter. The time was approaching golden hour as I was having to adjust my settings more frequently to get the desired outcome. The screech that came from the door, that was ajar, brought my attention back to the setting. I looked in that direction for another moments, still nothing - must have been the wind. Looking down at my watch, I decided to move on. The sky was beginning to show traces of gold and I had yet to meet a new person, Downeast . I reached into my pocket and pulled out my iPhone, then asked Siri for directions to the next location. She wasn't available.