Slip Sliding Away

While locals on the Outer Banks tussle over whether global warming is real and causing oceans to rise, the islands themselves are gradually, inevitably going under.

When a family from the Midwest looked up satellite images of the house at 23267 Midgetts Mobile Court in Rodanthe, North Carolina, they saw that it was separated from the Atlantic Ocean鈥攕parkling, even in the photograph鈥攂y another mansion. But when they arrived there this past July, they were mystified, if not at all disappointed. The six-bedroom, 4,500-square-foot vacation rental, for which they were shelling out $8,000 a week, was now oceanfront property.

鈥淚 swear on the map there was another house here,鈥 the father puzzled.

There was. There still is, on Google Maps, a sprawling structure enchantingly but, as it turned out, recklessly, ill-fatedly close to the waves lapping the beach. The family didn鈥檛 know if it had been moved, its owners paying to lift the McMansion whole and transport it to another plot farther inland. Or maybe, like dozens of houses before it, it was simply sucked into the sea.

The dad, a businessman back home, couldn鈥檛 help but divine a savvy strategy for investors in the local real estate market. 鈥淏uy a cheaper house a few blocks back from the waterline,鈥 he said, mildly tempted himself, 鈥渁nd wait until the waterfront comes to you!鈥

鈥淲hat we have here is wild, one of the highest-energy coastal systems in the world,鈥 says Stan Riggs, a marine and coastal geologist who鈥檚 been working on this barrier-island chain for 50 years. The thin, nearly 200-mile sandy band off the coast of North Carolina and a bit of Virginia, collectively known as the Outer Banks, hosts a lot of weather 鈥溾 It erodes constantly, sometimes rapidly; in 2011 Hurricane Irene alone carved two new inlets into the coastline. It is home to some 20 towns and communities, with about 40,000 residents and millions of visitors per year, restaurants and national parks and nature sanctuaries, and billions of dollars鈥 worth of real estate. It is also home to several long-running feuds. There are signs on the beach saying to keep off for the sake of nesting and turtles. There are also signs on storefronts and car bumpers advising environmentalists to go screw themselves. There are op-eds in the local papers that plead with fellow islanders to accept that climate change is real and upon us, and others that staunchly insist it is not.

鈥淚t鈥檚 pretty volatile,鈥 says Reide Corbett, an oceanographer and Outer Banks resident. Here, in America鈥檚 most dramatic proving ground for the impacts of climate change鈥攚here land, locals, and policy makers already struggle to cope with a rising sea, with a lot more likely to come鈥攈e is not just talking about the weather. 

 

The UNC Coastal Studies Institute is housed in 90,000 square feet of buildings on a humid patch of land covered in tall grasses. It鈥檚 an unusual research and outreach establishment, bringing together academics from many disciplines and five universities across the University of North Carolina system, right on Roanoke Island, a gateway to the Outer Banks. The main building is sleek and airy. It鈥檚 gold-rated by , the campus smart and forward-thinking right down to its wood, glass, and cement construction.

鈥淭here are programs here that do work on [erosion and sea-level rise] from a variety of different, but integrated, perspectives鈥攅ngineers, economists, geologists, ecologists,鈥 CSI鈥檚 director, , explained in an email responding to my request for a meeting. Speaking of volatility, though: The note got surprisingly hostile fast. 鈥淸I]t would take a concerted effort on your part to get up to speed on the real issues beyond the typical talking points we see in the paper and on TV,鈥 she wrote. 鈥淚f you are willing to actually do some work on this and dig past the 1"-deep PR around very complex issues that have real impact on the environmental as well as human ecology of the world . . .鈥

White has reason to be concerned. The typical talking points she鈥檚 referring to are as follows: In 2009 the asked a group of scientists to produce a report on the over this century. Much complicated math was done. Then, in 2010, the scientists released saying that they felt one meter of sea-level rise by 2100 was a reasonable prediction. It wasn鈥檛 a particularly drastic assessment; plenty of other reports have said essentially the same thing. But it meant that significant portions of the Outer Banks would, in the not-too-distant future, be underwater.

That鈥檚 when all hell broke loose.

鈥淭he development community freaked,鈥 says White, who is actually quite charming when we eventually talk. Some of its members鈥攔ealtors, builders鈥攆ormed a group to fight any possible related policy changes. A bill was introduced in the North Carolina House that outlawed using the report鈥檚 predictions for planning and policy decisions. And though the original version was altered, a moratorium on climate-change-accounting regulations did pass. 

The rest of the country, which considers making fun of Southerners a national pastime, made fun of North Carolinians. On the Internet, in newspapers, on TV.  鈥淚f your science gives you a result that you don鈥檛 like,鈥 Stephen Colbert said on his show, 鈥減ass a law saying that the result is illegal. Problem solved.鈥

In an act bordering on self-parody, the state government ordered a new, shorter-term report. A working draft was released late last December, and it said exactly what insiders predicted: much the same thing that the first one did. Except that it forecast only 30 years into the future鈥攚hen sea level around the Outer Banks is projected to have risen just 12 inches and before the effects of climate change, which are cumulative and exponential, begin to accelerate intensely. 

鈥淲e haven鈥檛 recovered,鈥 White says, as far as community divisions and entrenched stances are concerned. 鈥淭hat one incident made people mistrust science. It drove people to their corners.鈥

One could argue that they were already there. In 2007 the 探花精选 and Defenders of Wildlife sued the National Park Service and a handful of federal defendants, demanding the regulation of off-road-vehicle use on Outer Banks beaches, which are crucial habitat for sea turtles and bird species, including Black Skimmers, Gull-billed Terns, and the threatened Piping Plover. The Park Service complied, placing 26 of the 67 miles of beach off-limits to ORVs, more during nesting season. To this day bumper stickers depicting a raised middle finger addressed explicitly to 探花精选 abound.  

Andy Keeler, program head of public policy and coastal sustainability at CSI, calls the whole event a 鈥渄ebacle.鈥 鈥淐onservationists around the world have known for decades that if you want to protect the environment, you have to work with the local population,鈥 he tells me. People are still so angry, Keeler says, that 鈥減ark rangers aren鈥檛 welcome in some businesses in Buxton.鈥 He鈥檚 a wiry, animated guy with glasses and curly gray hair who wiggles around in his seat with the energy of his gesturing and enthusiasm. He says the lawsuit may have saved birds, but it alienated the local government. (鈥淟itigation is not something 探花精选 takes lightly,鈥 responds Heather Hahn, executive director, when I run these complaints past her. 鈥淲e basically had no more nesting birds or sea turtles. There was conversation for years and years and years, processes that tried to get [us] there, and we weren鈥檛 getting there.鈥)

Stephanie O鈥橬eal, whose parents own the in Rodanthe, a quaint community toward the south of the Outer Banks string, insists that the locals can take care of their own. 鈥淧eople have lived here forever; they can protect it,鈥 the mother of three says when we鈥檙e chatting one morning in the motel office. She has a way of leaning forward conspiratorially when she talks, and veritably seethes at the idea of 鈥渙utside influence鈥 or 鈥渙utside environmental groups鈥 telling local people how to live on their land. But she also concedes that the concept of 鈥渙utside鈥 is extreme here. Although she lives in Rodanthe, and her father is from Rodanthe, she was raised in Nags Head, an Outer Banks community 22 miles to the north鈥攎aking O鈥橬eal a 鈥渢ownie,鈥 not a Rodanthe 鈥渓ocal.鈥 She鈥檚 really lucky she鈥檚 not from Kinnakeet, though: One Rodanthe resident explained that while only a mile away, the village is considered so separate and backward that 鈥測ou might say someone is from there as an insult, and if you had a blood relative who lived there, you might not say so publicly.鈥 

Given this level of insularity, you can imagine how locals might feel about the rich people who come in to build and rent mansions on the waterfront. 鈥淲e don鈥檛 feel bad for them,鈥 O鈥橬eal says, when they have to move the houses at great expense, or lose them to the water. Actually locals get mad, because they鈥檙e the ones who suffer the pollution it causes: the avalanche of windows, countertops, pipes, and septic tanks that fall with the houses into the surf. 鈥淭hey made a stupid investment. Historically you didn鈥檛 build houses right on the water. Look. You won鈥檛 see old houses on the water.鈥 This motel, for example, is not (it鈥檚 the Sea Sound, not the Sea View). 鈥淓ven the lifesaving stations鈥濃攂uildings staffed by a 19th-century federal program with the aim of rescuing shipwrecked mariners off the U.S. coast鈥斺渁re built way back, where they watched the water from there. Or they made houses easily movable鈥攋ust hitched them to horses to go inland when the island shifted.鈥

Everyone on the Outer Banks knows that the islands shift with the waves. It鈥檚 a geological process that erodes sand off their front and redeposits it on their backside. People used to routinely move houses, and even the highway, with it. They鈥檝e moved the landmark lighthouse on Hatteras Island. But the modern, permanent infrastructure on the islands has interrupted that process. Add that to rising sea levels, and you鈥檝e got an emergency on your hands.

鈥淭his used to be a culture of survival. Now people make decisions based on a culture of greed,鈥 O鈥橬eal says. 鈥淭he island鈥檚 supposed to move; now it can鈥檛 move. All the troubles are self-caused.鈥 She is frustrated with her neighbors who don鈥檛 accept that they can鈥檛 keep interrupting the natural roll of the island without consequence. 鈥淚鈥檓 like,鈥 she says, agitated, 鈥 鈥榃e gotta roll, bitches.鈥 鈥

But rolling would entail a cascade of fiendishly complicated and expensive consequences. It would affect commercial fishing ports, for starters, not to mention untold numbers of buildings and homes. Then there鈥檚 the highway, which is critical to tourists and residents alike; it would have to be moved, as it last was in 2003, along with the islands, with not-unlimited public funds. They鈥檇 also have to figure out how that would affect birds and wetlands, and a new, necessary, unbuilt bridge (itself the subject of yet more litigation between the state and different wildlife groups, which say it will disturb a local refuge).

Stan Riggs, the geologist, made plenty of enemies when he wrote a book concluding that the state should do without the road entirely and return to a system of connecting the islands via kayaks and private boats, like back in the fishing-village days (suggestions that CSI鈥檚 Nancy White calls 鈥渋nflammatory鈥 and alienating). Andy Keeler, whose discipline is economics, suggests that climate-change-intelligent planning here will come only after government flood- and wind-insurance programs stop allowing people to rebuild and repair their properties in the same way and the same place just to be damaged over and over by worsening storm systems. He points out, wryly, that a lot of people who hate the government and don鈥檛 want it intervening or regulating here still want FEMA bailouts when disaster comes through.

Part of the problem, of course, is that the dire predictions for are just that: predictions. Erosion is a natural process; what if it鈥檚 got nothing to do with climate change? If sea level is rising now鈥攁nd it is, more than four measured millimeters per year in some Outer Banks towns鈥攎aybe in the future the rate will slow, rather than speed up. 鈥淪cience isn鈥檛 always right,鈥 Keeler allows. 鈥淏ut it鈥檚 better than anything we鈥檝e got. And it tends to be right more than other stuff.鈥 Unfortunately, 鈥渁ll action happens after short-run hazards. We鈥檙e looking at long-term change. Humans are terrible at long-term policy decisions.鈥

That numbing mega-scale involved in these problems is what 探花精选鈥檚 Hahn invokes when I mention the oft-repeated sentiment on the islands that the ORV lawsuit turned people off all forms of environmentalism. 鈥淭he reason why we鈥檙e not talking about sea-level rise in a meaningful way, it has nothing to do with 探花精选,鈥 she says, laughing. 鈥淭hat has nothing to do with us and the Outer Banks. It鈥檚 so much bigger than that.鈥

For the moment, the Outer Banks is literally shoring itself up, the best it can. Out here, unmoored and unprotected in the middle of ocean, the sort of floodgates being discussed for New York Harbor aren鈥檛 an option. So in 2011 the people of Nags Head spent $36 million of town and county money to replenish 10 miles of its beach with 4.6 million cubic yards of dredged sand. Rodanthe recently received $20 million of federal funds to do similar work. The area that was replenished includes a community called Mirlo Beach, where three whole rows of homes have been lost to the Atlantic in the past 30 years or so and where the slogan on the welcome sign says, 鈥淒are to Dream the Impossible Dream.鈥

 

There is at least one thing that the locals and the governor and environmentalists and scientists plus millions of other Americans agree on: The Outer Banks is a national treasure.

Up in some of the more northern, famous, and populous towns like Nags Head, the water is breathtaking. And heading south toward Hatteras Island, where development has been curbed by the presence of a national seashore (the aesthetic beside the beach up north could be described, charitably, as 鈥渃ommercial,鈥 with strip malls and souvenir shops crammed into every available space), there are fewer buildings. The vibe is quieter. Beautiful, peaceful. In the film adaptation of, a Nicholas Sparks novel that takes place in that town, Richard Gere arrives to sudden postcard views of sand and sea, orchestra music swelling, the camera panning to soaring heights. It is not quite that dramatic in real life. But at a restaurant down the street from the Sea Sound, the breeze is balmy while windsurfers sail around beneath the sunset visible from an outdoor patio. O鈥橬eal told me that when she and her sons go swimming, loggerhead turtles sometimes join them, one of them nipping her son on the stomach once, and when they go out kayaking, dolphins jump all around.

National treasure, indeed. And the people treasuring it are . . . people. People as unpredictable鈥攁nd often as irrational鈥攁s weather patterns.

鈥淎s an economist, you鈥檇 predict that people would stop building and build things that can be moved,鈥 says Keeler. But real estate on the islands is up a healthy 5 percent. A commercial on local television tells me that there鈥檚 a new luxury housing development with 30 lots going up and one could be mine. When I stop by one realty office, an agent sees no issue with telling me in the same conversation that she recently sold an empty lot to a couple forced to move their flood-inundated house and that I should really consider a house here. 鈥淭hat鈥檚 just the price you pay to live in paradise,鈥 says O鈥橬eal, whose own yard has recently started flooding.

鈥淩etreating off the islands is not realistic,鈥 says Reide Corbett, the oceanographer, who is also part of CSI. (Keeler calls the very idea 鈥渨acky.鈥) One of the authors of that 2010 study that caused all the hullabaloo, he nevertheless bought a house here for himself and his family鈥攂ut, very purposefully, one that is nine feet above sea level. 鈥淚n a hundred years, if there鈥檚 three-foot sea-level rise, I鈥檒l still have six feet to go. But,鈥 he says, pausing for dramatic effect: 鈥淲hat about a Category 2 storm?鈥

That would likely bring a storm surge that would swamp all his worldly belongings. He鈥檚 willing to take the risk. 鈥淚 would live here forever,鈥 he says.

Jason Heilig, a 38-year-old surf shop owner who鈥檚 been in Rodanthe for 14 years, has made the same pledge, although storm-related devastations are more than hypothetical for him. 鈥淚t鈥檚 very exposed,鈥 he says of the house he built for his family in 2004. 鈥淒uring [Hurricane] Irene, we got a lot of damage. After Arthur, we had significant damage again. Fifty percent of the roof blew off. The sheetrock was damaged, we got mold, we had to rip out the ceilings. We have to replace some windows.鈥 Insurance鈥攚ind-and-hail and flood insurance that cost him a lot in premiums鈥攑ays for some of this, but the money always runs out before the job is done. 鈥淚 won鈥檛 say it doesn鈥檛 get exhausting and discouraging sometimes,鈥 he says. 鈥淏ut while the house is getting beat to shit every year, we don鈥檛 see ourselves going anywhere.鈥

And he鈥檚 not even a true local. Consider Ernie Foster, who wasn鈥檛 just born here but whose parents and grandparents were, too. When I meet him at his charter fishing business in Hatteras late one afternoon, the sky is gray. He apologizes that his hands smell like fish. It starts sprinkling a little, and the wind blows cold. Foster, 69, is wearing shorts and a sweatshirt, and keeps jokingly accusing me of bringing the crappy weather.

鈥淚 do not question the validity of long-term science,鈥 he says, perched on a bench in his little boathouse. With white hair, blue eyes, and the tanned legs of a man half his age, Foster is the media鈥檚 unofficial Mr. Outer Banks. He is quoted in many articles. He is wholly of the local people (he thinks 100-year climate predictions seem extreme, and calls one of NOAA鈥檚 former enforcement officers a 鈥渇irst-class prick鈥), but he is simultaneously the embodiment of Balance (he agrees that in three hundred years, these islands will probably be gone). He is for commercial fishing but also for conservation. He believes in climate change but also thinks scientists and conservationists have come at the Outer Banks all wrong.

On the wall behind Foster is an amazing array of yellowed, old-timey photographs that look like they鈥檇 be in a museum or novelty shop: his ancestors鈥攃atching fish, cleaning fish, making caviar. As we talk in the wooden shack, the wind picks up further, and starts howling hard. He had to cancel his charter this afternoon.

鈥淟et me reiterate my belief that we live so close to nature here that there is a great appreciation for it,鈥 he says. 鈥淭hat doesn鈥檛 always mean a great understanding.鈥 But when the whole rest of the state or country and science and government are coming in with concerns and proposals like 鈥 鈥業鈥檓 so smart and so knowledgeable, and you are so unnecessary to this island鈥 . . . when you have three, four, five generations of family buried here, that message does not resonate.鈥

Foster doesn鈥檛 mean this theoretically. After we talk for more than an hour, I ask him if he鈥檇 ever consider leaving, and he jumps up from his seat. 鈥淐ome here,鈥 he says.

We get in his truck and drive a little ways, down the street and across. We park next to a house he grew up in and still owns, and walk toward the backyard. His family cemetery is here. It鈥檚 small and unassuming, grassy, full of headstones. 鈥淭here鈥檚 my parents,鈥 he says, gesturing casually. 鈥淭here鈥檚 my grandparents. There鈥檚 an aunt. There鈥檚 another aunt.鈥 He takes a few steps to the corner of the little plot. 鈥淚鈥檒l go right there.鈥

 

That night something happens that would be inconsequential almost anywhere else but is potentially catastrophic on the Outer Banks.

It rains.

It鈥檚 not that heavy. It鈥檚 not even raining or blowing hard enough to drive a reluctant, intimacy-skittish Diane Lane into Richard Gere鈥檚 arms in the critical storm scene/turning point of Nights in Rodanthe. However: There is standing water several feet deep in some places on the only highway. A staffer at my inn tells me he drove his Ford Focus through, but barely; the water swelled so high in the wake of cars traveling in the other direction that it picked up his bumper. I walk to the beach, on the Atlantic side of the island, where surfers are looking at but not touching the crashing waves. Their peak height that day exceeded 11 feet.

I鈥檝e checked into The Inn on Pamlico Sound in Buxton, yet farther south, the hotel gem of Hatteras Island. Some of the rooms face the sound with walls of glass, and nothing more lies between the view of the riled water and gray sky than a few yards of wetland. Is it precarious? Either way, it is spectacular. Except that the rainfall screws up the local water pressure, meaning my toilet stops flushing and I have to keep filling a garbage can under the Jacuzzi tub faucet and dumping it into the bowl to restore water pressure, which is possibly not the least but definitely not the most romantic thing I could be doing in this luscious B-and-B suite.

The next day it鈥檚 raining again, and the situation is the same. The only ways to get off the island are: (1) braving the flooded highway back north toward the bridge to the mainland; (2) having my car towed through the deepest stretches of water, once a tow operator has time to do so between picking up cars already stalled all over the road after having attempted (1); or (3) driving south. This last option leads to a ferry to the next-southern island, but the landing terminal is on its northernmost point, so I鈥檒l still have to drive the length of that island (which may or may not also be flooded; reports are mixed) to get to its southern terminal, where boats leave for mainland North Carolina. If, that is, the ferries remain running.

In the end I choose option (1), my every muscle tense, for more than an hour of traffic crawl and high water shooting loudly into my undercarriage, waiting for my engine to stall. When trucks going in the opposite direction pass, a tidal wave washes over the top of my roof, enveloping me for a few terrifying seconds, leaving me blind to the road.

鈥淚t was just a rain shower,鈥 Riggs says when I meet him in person, finally, later that night, at an inland freeway-side McDonald鈥檚. 鈥淗urricane Sandy would鈥檝e wiped it out.鈥 If that storm had hit the Banks directly instead of veering north, he says (inflammatorily), there wouldn鈥檛 have been any Outer Banks left for me to write about. As long as those roads and structures constrict the islands鈥 natural processes of shifting and breathing with the ocean, the ocean will be an even more imminent threat.

Riggs calls the new, 30-year report 鈥渁 distraction.鈥 鈥淢ost of the Outer Banks, they鈥檙e simple barrier islands. Nothing but shoal. There鈥檚 12, 13, 15 feet per year of shoreline eroding. Right now they鈥檙e getting away with it because it鈥檚 highly subsidized. People who don鈥檛 move houses hope the feds or state will come in and pump sand, rebuild the beach for them.鈥

Even now the Outer Banks are not exactly getting away with it, as people whose houses have been swallowed by the ocean can attest. And recently a small-business association approached Riggs to ask him how to mobilize the locals in the face of the ever-more-stark difficulties coming at them. In the past couple of years, the association told him, many mom-and-pop shops, from T-shirt vendors to charter boats, had closed up because the road was always out.  

Though Riggs, a gray-haired, bright-eyed academic, has the posture of a man exhausted or resigned, at least on the day I meet him, he says he鈥檚 optimistic. 鈥淭he ocean鈥檚 gonna rezone that [island chain] whether we like it or not. And if we don鈥檛 learn to live with it, we鈥檙e not gonna be there either. The locals know it.鈥 He thinks they鈥檒l organize from the inside, which is where, he says, any organization needs to come from.

But so what if the residents of the Outer Banks鈥斺攁ll got together and believed, and adopted every possible local adaptation to oncoming climate change, and themselves went zero-carbon? They鈥檇 still have to depend on the rest of the world to implement a sensible climate policy that would help keep superstorms and sea level at bay.

Keeler, the economist, has not totally given up on this latter possibility. 鈥淲hat happened in South Africa, with apartheid ending, gives me hope in humanity,鈥 he says. 鈥淚 worked on Waxman-Markey,鈥 the bill more formally known as the . 鈥淚 thought that鈥檇 be a big change. But I was wrong.鈥 Waxman-Markey failed to pass the Senate.

鈥淵ou can鈥檛 expect us to turn on a dime with energy,鈥 Keeler adds, 鈥渂ut we have to start turning now.鈥 By enforcing its artificial 30-year horizon, North Carolina 鈥渉as done nothing to encourage people to take this seriously,鈥 given that scientists don鈥檛 think things will get really ugly until the 2040s. 鈥淣othing radical will happen in the next 30 years,鈥 Keeler says with a smile. 鈥淎fter which, I hope to be dead.鈥 

Mac McClelland is an award-winning journalist and author who has written for a wide range of publications. Her most recent book is Irritable Hearts: A PTSD Love Story.