That abandoned gun club we stayed at the first night had been condemned in 1971, yet somehow, the merciless environment of the Outer Banks had not reduced it to rubble yet. Even the docks were in remarkably good shape for something that was supposed to have been left to rot for 40 years. Me thinks leprechauns, fairies, or perhaps menehune sneak over there every once in a while and do repairs. You can clearly see Mike is trying to explain something to me, but for my life, I cannot remember what it was.