Me too and I haven’t seen an ice cream truck hardly anywhere since the mid to late eighties in a small town that I grew up in.
They’d better have four wheel drive to serve all of Corolla. Much of it is past the end of the iconic Highway 12 that runs the length of the Outer Banks. Deliberately so, they don’t want the sort of commercialism that comes with a paved road, and they’re worried about the wild Banker Ponies that still run free there.
You have to drive up the beach and be conscious of high tide when you come and go. You’d be surprised at the very high-end sandcastles there, too. Not a backwater. A different place, the ocean’s definitely on the cold side for the south, barely topping 70 in the summer, whale sightings are not unheard of.
It’s a DC oriented place, draws an odd mix of environuts and the stray individualist who likes the idea of “roughing it” (sort of).
I’m far more partial to Hatteras Island well to the south, myself. Ice cream trucks all over there, too. Oldfashioned family beach, mostly cottages, retail is widely scattered. Ideal for such a thing, ice cream trucks, to come plying through toward sunset when everybody’s coming off the beach. They’re a kid magnet and they WILL get their ice cream, lol. So few of them around anywhere else, it’s odd how kids immediately know what they are without having ever experienced them.